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skylarsblue · 1 month

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★RDR2 Incorrect Quotes★

(If you see duplicates from my COD version of these? Shh, no you didn't) ★Border made by @fairytopea★

Ms.Grimshaw What are you doing, you oaf? Young!Arthur, staring at Y/N: They’re pretty. Ms.Grimshaw …and you’re ugly, now get back to work.

- (Pre-joining the gang) Abigail, trying to get paid: What’s your favorite color, John? John: Blue. No, green. Abigail: Awesome! I love learning about you. John: I fucked up, it’s yellow.

- Arthur, cutting a huge knot out of John’s hair: I fucked up, we gotta go bald. *head locks him still* Young!John, flailing violently: WAAAAAHHHH-

Seán: Psst, Lenny, ay mate, wake up! Lenny: Huh- Wh-what? What is it? Seán: I heard something outside the tent. Lenny: What? Seán: Like a woman crying in the distance, but I couldn’t hear her footsteps. Lenny: Okay?? What do you want me to do? Seán: Come look with me! Lenny: Hell no! Seán: Why not? Lenny: I got too much melanin and too much sense for that white people shit. You wanna let demons get you, be my guest, leave me out of it.

- (John HAD to have SOMETHING that captivated her, for humor’s sake? We’ll say he had jokes)

Abigail: You have to find my darling husband, I’m so worried about him. Arthur: Seriously, what do you see in that guy? Abigail: He makes me laugh.

- Micha: I've got the urge to say something. Arthur: And what's that? Micha: The N-Word- Arthur: WHOA-

- Bill: But seriously, is it your whole emo thing that she’s into or what? John: …yeah, long flowing straight hair, very emo.

- Karen: This- Hmm. Tilly: Be nice. Karen: I’m findin’ it. Mary-Beth: …it takes you that long to find- Karen: It does, it does.

- (O’Driscoll troubles) Kieran: Arthur we’re going to get murdered. We’re going to get murdered by a man who can’t tie a fucking bow tie. Arthur: At least he won’t torture us, can’t tie a rope either.

- John: Ugh, you know they’re gonna make us do one of those tacky family happiness photos that comes in the restaurants shitty frame. Tilly: Why are you so fucking negative all the time? John: Wh- uh- I just- Arthur: *slowly sucks tea through straw*

- Seán: Someone just said; “You’re a criminal!” Seán: *handkerchief on, gun in one hand, bag of money in the other* Seán: Well I’ll tell ya what, Sherlock Holmes. You are unbelievable.

- The Gang: Arthur is dying and Micha is a rat! Dutch, dancing with money: *insert that audio that goes “I don’t give a fuck cause I’m a ✨millionaire✨, I do what I want, middle finger in the air!”*

- John, drunk: You think the wind is ever tryna tell us something and we don’t know how to hear it anymore? Charles, loading up a drunk Arthur into a wagon: I just want you to stop saying odd shit.

- Abigail: If we lose, I’m gonna cut the judge. John: Wh- you brought your switchblade?? Abigail: Mhm. John: But they patted us down on the way in, where did you hide i- ohhhhhhh.

- Arthur: …you ever wish you could just, turn into a bird and fly away from everything? Charles: I think we need to get you to a therapist for depression. John: I’d wanna be a wolf. Charles: And we should get you psych evaluation for Autism.

- Sheriff: You seem like a reasonable and good natured person. Arthur: *looks around* And you look like you need glasses.

- Abigail: What would your father say?! Jack: Uhhh “I’ll fix it!” And then make it worse until luck comes around and makes it work, and then act like that was the plan the whole time? Abigail: …that’s my bad, I should’ve used a different phrase to express my disappointment.

- (I dunno why but John being super mean to some people is so fucking funny to me. I don't hate Bill, but bullying him is fun)

Bill: You enjoyin’ the wife everyone else paid to have? John: You mean the woman I never had to pay for? The woman who liked me so much, she didn’t ask for any money to sleep with me? In fact; she liked me so much, she married me? The woman who makes me a warm dinner and kisses me everyday? Mother of my child? John: I am enjoyin’ yeah. What about you, Bill? Bill: John: You enjoyin’ your lonely life, you unlovable sorry sack of shit? You enjoyin’ having to pay for someone to pretend they like you? Cause they never actually do. They hate you actually, like me. I hate you. Eat shit and die, Bill.

- Arthur: …him? Really? Mary-Beth Don’t be mean! Arthur: He looks like a rescue dog, Mary-Beth. Mary-Beth: I know, I like that! Arthur: ….you like that?? Mary-Beth: His pathetic wet eyes and general wimpy stature have captivated me. Arthur: *sigh* Whatever makes you happy.

- Bill: At the end of the day, Arthur. I am a MAN. Arthur: A MAN WHO’S GAY. You like fellers GETTHATTHROUGHYOURHEAD!

- Dutch: I have a plan. Hosea: You haven’t planned shit. Dutch: I’ve planned it.

- Hosea: Arthur! What on earth are you doing?! Young!Arthur: Getting rid of this demon. Young!John: *screeching and trying to get out of Arthur’s grip* Hosea: And why do you plan to get rid of him? Arthur: Because, Hosea! He woke me up by leaning over me and whispering, “I know what death feels like, it’s cold. Have you felt death?” Arthur: HE’S CLEARLY EVIL, HOSEA Hosea: That’s just how children are, Arthur. Dutch: He’s right son, put the boy down. Dutch, leaning and whispering to Hosea: But maybe we should buy a Bible just in case. Hosea: And a cross.

- (Modern au and suicide joke)

John: It’s not a phase! It’s a lifestyle, you just wouldn’t get it! Arthur: You think I didn’t go through the “I can’t tell if I want to kill myself or everyone around me” phase? Come on. John: What? I don’t wanna kill myself at all. Arthur: … John: … John: Should I- should we go talk to Hose- Arthur: We should forget this conversation happened. Take this Nirvana CD and keep your mouth shut.

- Abigail: …John. John: Yes, my angel? Abigail: You forgot something. John: No I didn’t! I took the list with me, checked it three times, even crossed things off when I put it in the cart! See, look. Apples, frozen hamhocks, cranberry juice- Abigail: John. You took Jack with you. John: Abigail: John: Abigail: John: SHIT I LEFT HIM BY THE PASTA SECTION Abigail: STOP STANDING THERE AND GO GET HIM!

- Jack: Pa, how did you get mom to marry you? John: Well son, I- John: John: I have no idea. Jack: Should I ask mom? John: I’ll be honest, I don’t think she knows the answer either.

- Charles: You did good back there. Arthur: Oh? Heh, nah, you did all the fancy stuff. I just helped. Charles: Don’t undersell yourself, Arthur. I wouldn’t be complimenting you for no reason. Arthur: Oh yeah? And here I thought you were just trying to fluff up my ego. Charles: Wouldn’t hurt to do when you work so hard, no? Arthur: Now you’re just being’ sweet- John: Can y’all wait til we’re done before you start your spiritual dick sucking? Arthur: Can you repent to the lord fast enough to save your soul in the time it’ll take me to throw you into the damn ocean, Marston?!

- Arthur: Do you even have a brain? John: Do you even have someone that loves you? Arthur: John: John: I heard it that time, I’m sorry. Arthur: This is what Abigail hears sometimes, just so you know. John: I heard it that time, I got it. I- I’ll just- Arthur: Whiskey, full bottle. The nice kind. John: Apology alcohol, got it.

NPC: My husband’s parents are so crazy. In-laws always are, huh? Abigail: Well, uh-

*John being an orphan* *John’s adoptive dads being criminals, one particularly off his rocker*

Abigail: ….aha, yeah;;

- Abigail: John Marston, you useless, foolish, stupid man! Bill: To hell with John! Abigail, suddenly with a very large gun: NO ONE INSULTS MY HUSBAND.

- Arthur, holding up a proper painting he actually put time and effort into: Could a depressed person make this? Charles: The painting: *a wolf in the rain laying it’s head over the body of a deer shot with an arrow* Charles: I’m, in fact, more convinced you have depression now. Arthur: …yeah this wasn’t the best evidence for my argument, huh? Charles: No. Not at all.

- John: What are you talking about? That’s completely normal, it’s like having opinions. just cause it doesn’t happen to you doesn’t mean- Tilly: No, John! No. It’s not normal to have that reaction to the sound of hearing metal on metal. John: No look, uh- Arthur! Arthur come here! Arthur: What now? John: What happens when you hear metal on metal? Like, a can bein’ rubbed with a knife. Arthur: Ugh, I hate that sound. It makes my damn skin crawl, like I got beetles underneath. Makes me wanna skin myself to get’em out. John: Right! See, Tilly? It’s not just me! Tilly: ????

Charles: …and you never got them evaluated? Hosea: In hindsight, an autistic diagnosis probably would’ve made more things make sense. But, what can ya do.

- Arthur after a dog didn’t positively react to him: Maybe this is my final straw. Charles: No. Arthur: It might be. Charles: It’s one dog. There are twenty that you stopped to pet along the way here, plenty more for you to pet after this. Arthur: You don’t understand, this is devastatin’. Charles: Arthur, please- Arthur: Utterly devastatin’, Charles.

- Arthur, tipsy: Just cause you’re gorgeous don’t mean I’ma do whatever you say. Charles: Drink the water, Arthur. Arthur: *grabs the glass* Yes, sir.

- (Got a Y/N one, also, modern Au)

Arthur: That’s the Aberdeen farm. Y/N: …what’s wrong with it? Arthur: What’cha mean? Y/N: The vibes, they’re off. Arthur: …the…vibes? Y/N: The energy, Mister Morgan. The vibe of the place. They’re off, they’re weird, wack even. I sense insidious and wretched wavelengths wafting from the aura of that property. Arthur: I see…well, to answer your question, it’s cause they are weird. And I ain’t even confirmed why cause I don’t really wanna know. Y/N: I see you can also sense the vibes are rank. Arthur: …sure, whatever that means.

- Micha: Well I think- Y/N: Well I’m certain no one fucking asked, Micha! Not a single damn person asked what the hell you thought, ever! In fact, I’m pretty sure you don’t think. I’m pretty sure your skull fills with all the bullshit in your organs, and it just spills out your mouth! Micha: Micha: I- Y/N: Shut up, Micha!

- Arthur, after Albert explains some super dangerous plan in order to get wild animals near him to photograph: You’re stupid, I like that in a man.

- Y/N: Bye Arthur, bye Karen, bye Hosea, bye Arthur. Sadie: You said ‘bye Arthur’ twice. Y/N: I like Arthur.

- NPC: Lovebirds, eh? Sadie: Arthur: Sadie: I’d rather eat a poison ivy plant with Holly Berries for dressing. *looks at Arthur* No offense. Arthur: No no, none taken. All things considered, I’d rather dive into a pit of tar and then drag myself face first through a plain of rotten chitlins. Sadie: Completely fair!

- Bill: I need you to realize you ain’t in charge here. Y/N: I need you to realize I don’t give a shit.

- Arthur: Hey Charles, uh, I got an Uhm…a spiritual question. Charles: Any particular reason you chose to ask me? Arthur: Uh well- I didn’t mean for it to be like that- I just- Charles: *sigh* What is it? Arthur: Do you know what it means when an elk stands up on its back legs? Charles: That means- Charles: WE SHOULD LEAVE, we need to leave, that’s what that means!

- Jack: …why are your boobs so big? Charles: They’re not boobs. Jack: Do you have to wear a brasier? Charles: *sigh* Arthur: He asked me the same thing a couple weeks ago, don’t think to hard bout it.

(Story spoilers!!) Y/N: I'm sorry, let me get this straight. Y/N: You picked up that man when he was a destitute child, grieving and starving. Taught him almost everything he knows. Y/N: Then, you did that with, what? Three others? In similar circumstances? Y/N: Created a sense of family and community, a strong bond between so many misfortuned people. With your trustworthy long term friend by your side. Y/N: And then. Y/N: One RAT. WHO IS OPENLY ANTAGONISTIC AND REEKS OF SUSPICION AS MUCH AS HE DOES HORSE SHIT, SOMEHOW CONVINCES YOU TO GO OFF YOUR ROCKER AND HARM YOUR GANG?! Y/N: Explain! Dutch: Dutch: Dutch: He praised me- Y/N: YOUR PRAISE KINK GOT YOU TO AIM A GUN AT YOUR SONS????

- Arthur: Naaah they’re an angel. Lenny: They punched Bill in the face. Seán: They told Strauss he was a waste of human material, in his own language, which they’re not fluent in. Mary-Beth: They framed Micha for a crime and got him put in prison again. Arthur: Like I said, an angel!

- John: Woman. (Translation: Darling.) Abigail: Moron. (Translation: Lovebug.)

Arthur: You tellin’ me they’re being affectionate right now? Jack: Can’t’cha read subtext, Uncle Arthur? Arthur: ???

(Insert Alcohol is truth serum reference)

Drunk Bill: Not to be gay, but you’re gorgeous bro. Kieran, afraid: You don’t have to be gay to appreciate a man’s beauty. Absolutely shit-faced Bill: Nah, like I’d fuck you, bro. Kieran, terrified: Okay, never mind!

- (How I imagine their first couple years together went)

Dutch: Dutch: Dutch: Dutch: How do you feel about me? Hosea, naked & beside him: ….we’re sharin’ a bedroll, Dutch. Dutch: Yes, but what are we, Hosea? Hosea: ….we’re both naked, alone, in a tent, Dutch. Dutch: That doesn’t answer my question. Hosea:

- (This one's sad, not funny, sorry-) John: You’re such a hypocrite, why is it that anything I do that you’ve done before that you get so bent outta shape?! Arthur: Because I’ve done it before you, John. John: So why do you think it’s fair to tell me not to?! Most people are proud when their younger brother ends up like’em. You don’t want anyone like you, is that it? Arthur: John: John: …oh. Arthur: Now that you got my point, will you take my god damn advice without a big fuss…please.

- John: She drives me insane! She somehow managed to make me the angriest I’ve ever been almost daily. NPC: Then leave her. John: The fu- no. What? She’s the wind beneath my wings, my darling wife, my beautiful angel. How the hell could you even think to suggest such a thing? NPC: But- John: Get outta my sight, you fuckin’ disgrace.

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bambiinobambii · 8 days

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𝑀𝑜𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝒪’𝓈𝒽𝑒𝒶

(the character overlook)

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these are all my opinions, totally open to the conversation about molly’s character also totally fine with people fact checking me, anyways i’m starting to fw o’shones

in the words of @krayzie-jelli the autism is autisming (don’t cancel me i have referrals to get tested 😔😔)

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small credit;

the red dead fan wiki

@/reaperqween on tik tok (for the almost ten minute tik tok about mollys outfits which i ate up)

^ her tumblr is @river-of-wine send some love yall want 💕

colour analysis & general observations

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colour theory is heavily used based on honor, the best example of this is dutch, he consistently wearing red, mostly on his back until guarma when the red is on the front, when dutch’s true intentions become more apparent, anyways onto molly.

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COLTER

(i went quite quick through colter so im actually unsure how she is with dutch, but from what i remember she doted on him a whole ton, constantly staying at his side and at one point saying “dutch is all the company i need”)

💋though a lot of people relate the red in different characters with low honor i think the fabric, the pattern itself points back to her privileged past

💋the necks scarf being green, i feel like it doesn’t imply much at this point but as the game continues it implies way more

💋the rest of the outfit being blue means a lot to me, there’s never anytime molly oversteps or is aggressive to anyone (obviously except from the obvious with karen, i’ll go back to this later)

💋i’d like to note that she’s still doing her makeup freezing and starving in the mountains

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HORSESHOE OUTLOOK & CLEMENTS POINT

(i honestly will end up mixing these up so i grouped them together)

(tbh my honest opinion is horseshoe is one of the best chapters based on the relationships in camp (tho sadie’s still going through it, you can’t have everything))

💋her first outfit has a good amount of blue in this outfit, her necklace has its first appearance with the red (i always got the vibe that dutch had gifted it to her as it’s more shiny than a lot of the metal in her outfits and it’s like a part of him)

💋she wears a thick belt with this outfit and the brass (?) seems worn, even coming from a wealthy background she holds onto clothes that look old and worn

💋she always wears white boots, she’s doesn’t have to do any work, and she’s not expected to do anything

💋the majority of the mornings in game, molly is constantly checking herself in a mirror

💋i’m going to be honest i hate this shirt

💋but i’d like to think this shawl has always been with her and that she holds it close to her

💋her outfit is quite shapeless, and i think that’s how she liked to dress personally

💋i would love to talk about this outfit

💋does this eat? yes, but i don’t think this was a honest choice for her

💋this outfit mirror mary-beth’s a lot, who seems to be dutch’s new interest

sorry for the bad quality i used my own screenshot for this

💋this outfit particularly ^

💋there’s now a lot of cleavage in her outfit and she’s dressing more akin to other girls in the camp

💋and the gold in her outfits bright, and with mirroring marybeth, I also think this mirrors dutch’s style, with more red and gold incorporated

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💋her relationship with dutch is starting to crumble, i heard a voice line where she says that she loves him and he thanks her (?!) you wouldn’t see me again personally

💋but to contrast that there’s some scenes were dutch kisses her hands and they’re all giddy and cuddly, and they eventually dance when sean’s rescued from blackwater

💋she’s also not well received by a lot of the gang, we get the first glimpse of that when you take mary-beth, tilly and karen to valentiene and karen says that molly’s “too high and mighty” to come with them

💋she attempts a to interact with numerous members

💋she also attempts to talk to tilly, tilly quickly brushes her off as she’s working and molly isn’t attempting to help her

💋i also saw an encounter with dutch and molly where, he approaches, and honestly he could be covered in shit and molly would still look up to him like he’s a messiah. dutch says “should i compare thee to…” he quickly cuts himself off asking her what he should compare her with, even asking arthur if you pass by (he actually says that dutch could compare her to an idiot if she actually believes dutch cares about her)

💋 throughout clements point, dutch talks down to molly as if she’s a child and then will quickly back himself up by calling her dear (to which if arthur intervenes when she goes off at him, dutch says she’s just leaving and she’s stomps away)

💋when she approaches abigail about the subject of dutch, abigail tells her “dutch don’t love you, not in the way you want to be loved”, molly gets defensive saying that she doesn’t get what she’s talking about, to which abigail says she does (implying drunk john?) and molly stomps away

💋i think this is the first time molly actually goes a bit crazy about dutch, she calls him a degenerate liar and stomps off when dutch wont argue back and (i think) goes to sleep, he at least turns away from her

💋i think people who discredit mollys character (men) don’t realise that her and dutch’s relationship show early signs about how manipulative dutch can be, he dumbs down what she says then calls her dear, eventually he only calls her miss o’shea, which she obviously goes off at him for

💋adding onto this i’d love to talk about her character item request of a pocket mirror and her asking arthur if bad lucks a thing, i feel like this is meant to reflect how young she actually is, like how kieran still referred to his parents as ma and pa, and that she genuinely seems nervous asking arthur for a mirror and the superstition of a broken mirror giving bad luck (which i guess you could say she had

💋and i feel like her vanity that the gang and from an outsiders perspective that she’s self absorbed but i think she’s more conscious about how she looks, she doesn’t have to lift a finger and not having much to do around camp because everyone distances themselves from her (i’ll obviously elaborate more when i get to writing about shady bell) i think she’s left alone with a mirror, which i feel is more implied that she’s had for a long time, i’d say since childhood, you become more conscious the more you look at yourself and if your man seemed to be going for someone younger than you, you’d loose it too

(tl:dr - molly doesn’t deserve any hate, the girls that get it, get it, men don’t, im so ready to talk about chapter 4&6)

The poem

Uaibhreach

(the irish gaelic word which means “being proud and arrogant to the extent that it alienates & isolates you from those around you, leading to loneliness)

I was a girl - until your call

(i’m not going to annotate this everytime but the religion of this actually makes me feel like my hearts being ripped out)

Commanded me to cross the sea.

(she was driven out of ireland looking for freedom and adventure and she was enthralled by dutch’s charm, to be honest i always saw her “privileged upbringing” being her family owning a big farm, or in a big industry, a lot of irish people immigrated to canada after the potato famine, then crossed to america)

I've nothing left. I gave you all.

(i think she means this in, like, every sense)

My darling Liffey was so small.

Your land and love are vast and free.

(‘MERICA)

I was a girl until your call.

You stood so strong, and dark and tall.

You stole the heartbeat out of me.

I've nothing left. I gave you all.

Your lips enchant, your eyes enthrall,

Your empire is of ecstasy.

I was a girl until your call.

Your parasites and lackeys crawl,

(now do i think this is the gang or her fault that they don’t like her, i think its a mutual thing, they see her as a spoiled woman and she doesn’t help that opinion but i think she’s a young woman manipulated by an older guy, and that she thinks they’re all just jealous (which im sure she even says a few times)

Mocking a love they dare not see.

(going back to when she try’s to seek abigail’s help, or when she confronts karen later on and that she can’t see that he’s really not interested in her)

I've nothing left. I gave you all.

I sit in solitude and scrawl

These wretched words, and wait for thee.

I was a girl until your call.

I've nothing left. I gave you all.

#lesbian #bambiitalks #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #wlw blog #molly o'shea #ill treat u better molly oshea #molly oshea #dutch van der linde #mary beth gaskill #karen jones #o’shones #oshones

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constanceagony · 7 months

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN DARLINGSSSS (Here’s a treat)

~Modern time~

Dutch has invited The Gang and The Neighborhood to his nice Halloween party at his mansion, if you will. It’s an amazing party. People are all dressed up, and Uncle and Lenny get absolutely turned up; dancing on tables, drinking until they can’t think! This party is an absolute riot.

John regrets bringing his child to this party because Abigail is gonna scold the hell out of him all the way back home. Abigail is more concerned; she doesn’t know what to think about Hosea THROWING it back on Dutch. Jack, man, is having the time of his life in his little Woody costume, bouncing to the music. He really liked “Thriller.”

Charles is sitting on the couch, waiting for this party to end; he’s the car ride home, so he has to stay sober. But he’s having a blast watching his husband, Arthur, paint little kids’ faces. That was something special to him. Arthur was having a rather difficult time trying to paint this little girl’s face to be a unicorn. “Are you sure you don’t want anything else, sweetheart?” The little girl shot him a look, “No.” Arthur frowned and did his best to paint a unicorn onto her face, then sent her outside to play with the other kiddos. “That was a shitty unicorn, Charles.” “I know,” said the other, chuckling.

Kieran was assigned as the ‘baby watcher’ for the night outside. While he’d much rather be inside with the grown folks having fun, toddlers were great too. At first, there were 5 kids; then, it became 10. Now, there were 25 children, aged 3 to 7, outside. One man, 25 babies. “Mary-Bethhhh!” he called for his wife. Suddenly, Kieran was struck by a zebra-glitter-vomit, horse-girl holding a pool noodle. He stared down at the crotch goblin and simply removed the kid’s weapon. “Get on.” The girl squealed and ran off quickly, giggling. “Kieran? You called?” Mary-Beth made her way over, looked at all the kids, and then at her husband. “I see the issue.” “Help me.” He grabbed her hand.

Javier was standing to the side, watching Jack dance. “What are you doing?” Jack looked at him. “I’m dancing!” He stared down at this kid, “That is not how you dance to Thriller at all.” Javier shook his head and took Jack’s hand, “Let me show you.” He pulled him out to the living room and proceeded to teach him the Thriller dance. Jack was having so much fun. John watched and laughed quietly, deciding to join.

Dutch grabbed Hosea’s waist and laughed, “Now-Old Girl, we haven’t danced like this since our wedding night.” Hosea turned his head and stared at him. “Oh yeah?” He leaned all the way back against his chest, “that’s probably because half the time you are watching football.” Dutch scoffed and rolled his eyes, “The Alabama and Auburn rivalry is something super interesting, two teams from the same state fighting.” “Over a ball.” Hosea said monotonously. “No, Hosea, over power. Football is a sport of love!passion and power!” “It’s just a ball people run around with and ruin their legs for, and the coach is old.”

“NICK SABAN IS A HANDSOME MAN,” Dutch crossed his arms, truly offended. “Take that back, Hosea.” Hosea just shook his head and went to find whiskey; he’s gonna need it. “OLD GIRL!”

Molly and Sean were staring at each other, holding something in their hands in the dark. “I’m the better Irish,” Molly spoke softly. “No, Molly, I am.” Sean pressed a button, and a whirring sound started, and a blue light slowly made its way down the saber. Molly hit her button, and a green light made its way down. “I’ll tell you now, back down.” “Aye, over my dead body, Sean.” The two leapt at each other, whirring sounds filled the air along with really cool zapping sounds. “WHOOP HIS ASS, MOLLY!” Sadie called from the sidelines, laughing. Karen laughed as well, “Don’t go easy on him, Molly.” Sean scoffed loudly, “AYY, Karen, you’re my wife, supposed to be on my team!” “Nope.” Molly took her saber, spun, and hit Sean’s side. Sean slowly looked at Molly and dropped his saber. “You’ve beaten me.” He dropped the lightsaber and slowly walked back, holding his side, tumbling a bit. “Damn you, woman…Damn…you…”.

The boisterous party dragged on into the late hours of the night. As the clock’s hands found their way closer to 12, the Neighborhood folks and their children made their way back to the sanctuary of their homes, leaving the gang to sprawl out wherever their drunken bodies would allow. Silence crept its way into the depths of the night, and when the world seemed to finally start to awaken, with the gentle kiss of the sun’s warm beams, a horrified scream of shock and despair filled the air at precisely 9:45 AM:

“DUTCH IS DEAD!!”

Starting up a new chapter a murder mystery

(I lied it was a trick)

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brighter-by-the-daly · 1 year

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Rachel Daly x Reader

Part Eight - Fantasies 🔞

Posted: 19/03/23 Edited: 10/08/23

Rachel had told you where the family stand was, that it’s a private entrance and to come early as family were allowed in an hour in before the general public. You, your friends and your family made your way up the steps to the stadium, found the entrance Rachel was talking about and handed over your tickets for inspection. Adjusting your shirt as they waved you inside and handed you vip lanyards you made your way through the corridor. Turning a corner you spotted Rachel was leaning up against the wall, her face lit up when she noticed you and leant in for a hug placing a kiss on your cheek. “I thought you’d be talking tactics by now, what ya doing?” you asked, surprised to see her. “I’ve come to show you to your seats!” Rachel said to everyone, taking your hand and leading you out through the tunnel, you got butterflies knowing this is where it all started, last time you were here you were flirting and now she’s actually your girlfriend! Who would have thought! She walked you out onto the pitch with your family where Millie and Rachel’s families were too, “I thought you’d like some photos in the empty stadium?” she asked. Posing while Rachel snapped away on the camera, you introduced everyone to both families and Millie’s said they’d heard a lot about you the took the piss out of your shirt “someone requested it specially” you quipped giving Rach the eyes which made her look away embarrassed. They all went to take their seats while Millie took some photos of you and Rachel who had specific poses in mind. “Y/N!” you heard someone shout your name, startled at the noise echoing through the tunnel but you couldn’t tell who it was coming from until Mary and Beth appeared. “Why didn’t anyone tell me you were coming?! I need to make another tiktok with you, the last one got soooo many views!!” she exclaimed. “Hey, you’re just using my girlfriend for clout!” Rach shouted, pushing her friend jokingly. “That’s only because they were trying to figure out who I was, they’ve worked it out now!” you laughed. You didn’t mind, you liked feeling like part of the team. The five of you made a few dance videos together and then Mary directed one of just you and Rach for the gram. As the rest of the team started heading out on to the pitch, they all waved and high 5d you as you ran towards your seat which was front row and with everyone else’s family. You were so excited for this game, you flicked through Insta stories and realised Rachel’s brother had posted a video of you all on the pitch with the caption “love seeing my sister so happy”, you looked at him behind you and pulled a cute teary face like the emoji 🥹then chatted amongst yourselves while the girls warmed up until it was time for kick off. Your besties posted so many photos bragging that they were front row at Wembley which you thought was funny. There was an incredible light show and fireworks which got you all geared up and dancing before the girls walked out on the pitch to face Brazil. It was a tense first half which finished 0-0 so it was all to play for in the second. Rachel was playing where Sarina liked to keep her - as defender. All the girls were in top form, they had to be, they all wanted to be seen as a threat in the World Cup. Half time came and went but when the girls came back you noticed Rachel had moved up front, you felt in your bones that this is her moment, she’s going to score in this position and Brazil didn’t know what was about to hit them.

Sure enough, ten minutes into the second half Millie shot Rachel a beautiful long ball which she headed straight into the back of the net. The crowd went absolutely wild, it was electric, you were all screaming and hopping around! Rachel jumped into Millie’s arms as they raised their hands to the sky for her dad. You actually started crying you were so happy but you knew there was still at least half hour to go.

Brazil had a good few chances but nothing ever succeeded until suddenly catastrophe struck, a tackle gone wrong awarded Brazil a penalty and the atmosphere changed dramatically. They were huddled talking tactics while our girls were gearing Mary up, Brazil struck the ball which felt like it took forever to land safely into Mary’s gloves. You heard 90,000 people breath a sigh of relief as the ball was played back down our end of the field where we gained a corner. Sweetly taken by Russo where Millie was patiently waiting at the back post and used her signature header to plant it nicely in the back of the net. You screamed so loud you thought you were going to lose your voice! Surely it’s all over for Brazil now! Sure enough they couldn’t claw it back and England were announced the winners! The crowd sang out a very loud rendition of ‘Sweet Caroline’ as the players celebrated with each other and when ‘Freed by Desire’ started playing the whole crowd was dancing as they took their lap of honour. The girls came dancing over to the family stand as they jumped in front of you singing with the crowd. Rachel leant over the barrier with a pouty face, looking at her questioning whether she actually wanted you to kiss her in front of everyone, as soon as she nodded you rushed over and grabbed her cheeks to kiss her. “I’m so proud of you!!” shouting in her face “and you!!” grabbing and shaking Millie’s shoulders, all of you with the biggest smiles ever. They danced off with their friends and you realised the cameras caught everything, including Katie’s who was live on Insta.

The girls stayed behind to sign autographs while everyone trickled out of the stadium but you hung around until your girl came and got you to go back to the dressing room. Hand in hand walking back down the tunnel, you kissed at the entrance. “Can you believe this was less than a fortnight ago?” you said as you both turned around to look at the empty stadium again. “Becoming a bit of a tradition isn’t it” she smiled as she wrapped her arm around your shoulders. “Except.. later I’ll be taking this off not telling you to put it on” she laughed as she tugged at your shirt. “Wear your kit home please” you begged “but I’m so dirty (y/n/n)” she whined in response. “Riiight, there’s no point showering when you’re just gonna get all hot and bothered again is there” nudging her slightly. “You’re not wrong” she admitted, “I’ll bring my spare kit home, deal?” holding out her hand for you to shake. She pulled you in with her arm around you and walked you into the dressing room. Everyone was dancing and drinking, Mary was filming everything as usual, even Sarina was having a boogie! Everyone cheered as you both walked in, except Leah but you didn’t care, they weren’t cheering for you anyway! You sat down on the bench watching the girls have the best time of their lives celebrating getting one more step closer to being the best in the world. When Rag Doll came on everyone pushed Rach on top of the water cooler to sing it - a tradition born in the Euros - you had to record this, seeing her so happy made you happy. Everyone else was singing too but Rach was the star of the show. When the chorus came she jumped off the cooler and held her hand out for you to take “do I love ya my oh myyyyy, river deep mountain high” she sang towards you. “Yeah yeah yeah!” everyone sang back at her, “if I lost ya would I cryyyy, oh how I love ya baby” “baby baby baby!”. You wondered if she was just really getting into the song or if she purposely sang those words to you but kept recording regardless, trying not to overthink and just enjoy the moment of everyone being so happy. You noticed Leah left the room when she was singing to you but you didn’t let it dampen your spirits! In the end, Sarina sent everyone home for a well earned rest.

As always, Rachel opened the car door for you to climb in, before driving away you made out a little and your hand slipped into her shorts before she pushed you away laughing. “Not here! Anyone could see us!” her voice had turned high pitch. “Well hurry up and get home then, you’re hard to resist looking like that!” As you both pulled your seatbelts on, she put her foot down to get you home. Fast.

Once on the driveway, Rachel was quick to open the car door for you and without letting her move another step, you pulled her head towards yours unable to resist her any longer. Picking you up and wrapping your legs around her, still kissing as she carried you up the garden path. She struggled to unlock the door so put you down but the minute you were inside you pushed her back against the door, slamming it shut and shoving your hand back where it belongs - between her legs. It was messy but passionate as she picked you up and carried you up to the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed, you straddled over her lap while her hands were fumbling your body. You pulled her scrunchie out to wrap her hair around your fist and she did the same pulling slightly. She turned to chuck you off her and onto the bed so she was on top, sliding down your body to take your shorts off, as you went to take your top off she grabbed your wrists and shook her head smirking at you then suddenly flipped you over to eat you out. Slowly pushing your butt plug in she slipped the strap on over her shorts and plunged it between your legs making you scream with pleasure. She slapped your ass then grabbed the bottom of your shirt and wrapped it round her fist, the other hand doing the same to your hair as she rode you from behind. You were so turned on by her taking control and doing what she wanted. Rachel was so turned on fucking you from behind with you in her shirt. She pulled out then slapped and bit your arse so hard you screamed in pain, but a good type of pain, sexy pain. She turned you over so she could look at your face then shoved her hand over your mouth as she sneered “shut the fuck up” in your face. You have never been more turned on. As she started thrusting harder, your legs became weak and your eyes rolled back into your head. Rachel was loving the power, she held your wrists tightly to the mattress and as she came closer you tried to kiss her “don’t you dare fucking cum yet” she muttered into your mouth not letting you kiss her “I’m not done with you”. “I haven’t even started with you!” you said filthily as you mustered up all of your energy to push her off you so you could climb on top of her and clutch her throat with your hand “you don’t get to treat me like all of the others” you said through gritted teeth as you rubbed her pussy under her shorts. Feeling how wet and turned on she was from having her way with you, you pulled out and made her suck her own juices off of your fingers, biting your lip loving the sight. You pulled her shorts and strap on off and plunged your face between her legs messily eating her out. Her hands were pulling at your hair so hard you thought she was going to rip it out, you shoved three fingers inside her and watched her eyes roll back into her head and felt her cum dripping down your fingers. You pulled them out and made her watch you suck them before using them to play with yourself. “Got your breath back yet bitch?” when she nodded weakly you planted yourself on her face. Facing downwards so she could stare up at your bejewelled arse and her name on your back. Her cold hands rose up your shirt, undone your bra then fondled your tits, pulling hard on your nipples. You reached down to play with her sensitive clit while riding her face. She wrapped her arms around your waist to pull you deeper into her mouth until you came onto her tongue making sure she came for a second time as well before rolling off of her. Your heads the opposite ends of the bed stroking each other’s legs making you both quiver absorbing what just happened.

“Come here sexy” Rachel muttered with a happy undertone. You crawled up and laid next to her, staring into each other’s eyes and stroking each other’s naked bodies. “That was amazing” you whispered as you kissed her softly. “You liked it?” she asked shyly. “Couldn’t you tell?!” you asked shocked, “I was just testing the boundaries” she smiled. “There are no boundaries with you baby” reaching up to kiss her soft lips. “Tell me your fantasy (y/n/n)” she asked quietly “which one?” You chuckled with a smile, leaning your head on the palm of your hand. “All of them” Rach encouraged as she stroked your hair. “Well…” sitting up cross legged “the first is being in a tight little skirt with suspenders, cuffed” you rambled on with every detail like you’d been waiting for someone to ask you that question forever. Studying her facial expression displaying a raised eyebrow and a one sided smirk, clearly enjoying what you were describing. “The other is a Lioness picking me out from a crowd, fucking me senseless.. and falling in love with me” you paused before saying the last part looking up at her shyly while stroking hair out of her face to see her reaction. “I can certainly make the first one come true, that sounds.. hot!” she smiled thinking about it. “As for the second…” she paused, waiting for her reply your heart felt like it had stopped. “That’s already in progress” you let out a sigh of relief as she cupped your cheek with her hand to pull you in for a kiss. The biggest smile spread across your face, unable to control your happiness as you kissed her back. “I was so worried for your reaction then!” you breathed heavily. “Why? It should be obvious how much I like you” moving her other hand to squish your face. “It is, but yknow “love” is a big word” you shrugged suddenly bashful, “so is besotted but that didn’t stop you from using it three hours after we met” she laughed prodding your ribs. “In fact, I’d say besotted is bigger than love” she continued to tease you, rolling your eyes as you went to slide away but she grabbed your waist and pulled you back into her. Holding your face again to make sure you were looking at her before saying “I don’t date people for fun (y/n/n), I date for the end game”. Your stomach flipped over at her admission which made you uncontrollably grin. “What’s your fantasies then?” you asked laying your head on her arm that was around you. “Apart from finding the perfect woman to spend the rest of my life with?” she said with unwavering eye contact making you melt, “I’d love a threesome” she chuckled “with two women or..?” you enquired. “Two women babe, I’m fully gay not like you” she nudged teasingly. “Hey! I don’t want a naked man near me ever again!” pushing her back. “I’d quite like a threesome too yknow, have you had one before?” “No that’s why it’s a fantasy silly! Have you?” “No, I was offered one once though - wish I took the chance now!” you giggled. “Oh my god, who with?!” her voice high pitched as she asked. “You won’t believe this… my ex girlfriend’s brother and my school best friend’s sister who I had such a huge crush on growing up!” laughing at the words coming out of your own mouth. “Your ex’s brother?!” she was astonished which made you laugh. “We’re still friends!”you exclaimed “the brother, not the ex she’s a dick” “ex’s usually are!” she sounded. “Hopefully no more exes for us aih” climbing on top of her and pinning her to the mattress. Rachel winked at you, “I don’t plan on it baby.”

Part Nine - Brighter Days

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tinyfishtits · 28 days

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Need a Haircut, doll?

Micah Bell / Gender Neutral Reader

Photo by @red-dead-simp

Summary: Reader notices Micah's had a rough time since returning to camp and decides to pamper him with a haircut.

Word Count: 3,203 Rating: Teen and Up ~ for foul language Author's Note: Fluff and Flirting! I just want to pamper my boy 🥺

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It had only been a few days up at Clemons Point, but I already found myself falling in love with the place. The heartlands had their own charm, sure, but it was hard to beat the picturesque serenity of being by the water. Night was quickly approaching as I lounged on the shore, aimlessly sketching the pillowy clouds that reflected in the expansive mirror of water before me. The graphite lines didn’t do the sunset justice.

The gravely earth at my back crunched with approaching steps and I turned to see who they belonged to. Micah Bell walked over to a tree a few yards away and leaned against it with a deep drawn out sigh. I’d only interacted with him a few times since he showed up at camp after the move, and even though the majority of the camp seemed to despise him… I kind of pitied him.

He was obviously an outsider. Even though he played it off like he was a lone wolf I could tell he craved connection. Always provoking people, trying to get reactions out of those that would otherwise ignore him… I could only guess the kind of upbringing he had to have him put up so many defensive walls to keep people out.

Either unaware or just indifferent to my presence, he started grumbling about Mary Beth. I’d noticed her shoot him down on a few occasions, just like every other woman he flirted with. But today she’d really got to him. He was mumbling about her ‘damn smarmy romance books’ giving her all types of unattainable expectations. Upon further eavesdropping, I deduced that he had asked her to dance and been rejected.

He reached for a stick at his feet and unsheathed his knife to start whittling away at it, still mumbling under his breath. The sun had dipped below the horizon at this point, bringing an end to my doodling. With the darkness came the cold. I hadn’t brought a jacket and the chilled breeze that wafted up from the water was already making me shiver. I wanted to head back to camp but, glancing over at Micah, I wondered if he’d be upset at me for eavesdropping on him…

“Are you okay?” I broke the silence, which got a startled grunt from Micah as his head whipped around to me, still sitting on the ground, partially concealed by the large rock I leaned against. He gathered his composure quickly and hit me with one of his usual sleazy retorts.

“Why darlin’? You wanna come over here and make me feel good ?” His southern drawl dragged on the last word.

“Not as lewdly as you’re implyin'.” I said, getting up and walking over to him. From what I’d heard from the others, he’d been locked away awaiting the noose up in Strawberry until Arthur broke him out. Spent a month camping up in the mountains before showing his face back here earlier this week. All that time out in the wilderness was obvious on his appearance. His hair had grown out past his shoulders, the stubble on his chin threatened to turn his mustache into a full on beard, and his entire body was caked in layers of dirt and dust. Micah let out a low hum as he watched me inspect him.

“I have somethin’ in mind” I finally said, to which his brows raised. His light blue eyes peeked out from the brim of his hat and I reached out to tip it up, revealing more of his face. He seemed wary at first, his body stiffening as I got closer to him, but he didn’t stop me.

“Oh yeah?” He said, his tone attempting to reach its typical tinge of cockyness, but it came out a bit too breathy to accomplish it. After a hard swallow, he continued, “What did you have in mind, doll?” I ran my fingers through a lock of hair that cascaded over his jaw and down to his collarbone. His eyes followed the movement and I could hear his breath hitch at the unexpected contact as my fingers brushed against the exposed skin on his chest.

“That I could cut your hair.” I said, tugging lightly on the strand I was playing with. A laugh burst out of him and he seemed to regain his normal air of arrogance.

“What makes you think I’d trust you with a blade by my neck?” He said, a grin plastered on his face. His stick and blade were forgotten at his side now and I took advantage of his distraction to slip the knife out of his hand and throw it quickly at the tree beside us. The blade landed snuggly, smack in the middle of the trunk with a satisfying ‘thud’.

“Cause doll” I said, taking his hat off and placing it on my head, “If I wanted to kill ya, I would have done it already.” The corner of his mouth twitched up at that, and before he could come up with a retort I started off back to camp. “Meet me by the fire when you’re done strokin’ your stick!” I yelled back to him. A low chuckle rang out behind me as I walked away.

I had always loved doing things for people. It was a gift and a curse. The feeling of helping somebody with a task big or small, taking a weight off their shoulders, surprising them with something they needed - that feeling was close to the best in the world. But it also meant I often found myself putting other people's needs and wants before my own. I would work myself into the ground if it meant someone else got to take a break, go above and beyond for the simplest tasks… and that’s how I found myself boiling water at the scout fire with the hope of giving a disgruntled outcast the best goddamn haircut he's ever had.

“All this for me?” He said, sauntering over to the log I sat on and eying the various supplies I’d gathered for the task at hand; scissors, comb, powdered shampoo, towel and a pot of water.

“Mmhm.” I hummed, starting to feel a bit embarrassed about all the effort I was going to. I kept my eyes on the fire as he sat beside me, holding the glass of shampoo in his hand.

“You gonna give me a bath?” He asked. I could feel my cheeks flush at the implication and hoped the heat of the fire camouflaged it enough that he wouldn’t notice.

“I was rather hopin’ you’d keep your clothes on for this.” I said, removing the small pot of water from the fire as the first bubbles started to spring to the surface. I dumped it into the larger pot of cool lake water I'd collected and dipped my hand in to test the temperature. It was warm enough that my skin reddened at the touch, but not too hot. “Perfect.” I continued, collecting the supplies in my arms and nodding at the pot of water, “Grab that and follow me.”

I led him back down to the lake and had him set the water beside the large boulder I had rested against earlier. He waited patiently for me to set up my supplies. When I was ready, I patted the flat top of the boulder and motioned him over. “Okay, lie down.” I ordered. He glanced between me and the rock skeptically, but relented with a grunt and came over to sit on it.

Standing behind him, I pulled him down by the shoulders to lay flush against the rock. “Scoot toward me so your head hangs off the edge a bit.” I said, tugging at his shoulders until he obeyed.

“You sure are a bossy one ain't ya?” He said, to which I gave him a soft laugh in acknowledgement. With his head resting in my hands, I knelt down beside him, the vat of water nestled between my legs. Taking cup-fulls of the warm water, I began pouring them over his hair. I could feel him relax into my hand as I went. “Damn that feels good.” He admitted with a whistle. I laughed, he was so easily pleased.

“Ain’t even got to the good part yet.” I said, sprinkling some powdered shampoo in his hair. It was my own stash, something I was gifted by an herbalist out in Cumberland Forest after I’d helped him find some sage, which is what the shampoo smelt of. I personally loved the scent, it wasn’t too floral or perfumy, it had a nice earthy musk about it that just felt so natural.

The moment my fingers started massaging into his scalp he let out a gravely moan, followed by a string of expletives as my hands continued to travel around his head, kneading out the tension at the base of his skull. “ Fuck darlin’.” His voice came out in a whisper. I gave him a generous head massage, lathering his long hair far more than was really necessary. But the poor man seemed so peaceful for once, I wanted to make it last.

I dipped a hand in the water between my legs, checking it hadn't gone cold before I rinsed his hair. Luckily it was still lukewarm. I slowly began washing the suds out of his hair, and with it an obscene amount of grime. Did this man sleep in the dirt? Once his hair was clean I bundled it up in my towel and gently wrung it out. Micah didn’t move a muscle or make a sound while I worked.

Seeing as he was being so cooperative I decided to go ahead and comb through his hair before having him get up. Working as gently as possible with his - not so surprisingly - tangled mess of hair, it took a good half hour to get it all smoothed out. He let out a few soft grunts during the process but was otherwise quiet. When I was finally done, I patted him on the shoulder and stood up. My legs tingled a bit having kneeled in an awkward position for almost an hour, but with a few testing stretches they calmed.

I expected Micah to get up or at the very least say something, but he was completely still. I leaned over him and noticed he was dead asleep. His mouth hung crookedly agape and his eyes fluttered under his lids. I almost didn’t want to wake him, but I knew sleeping strewn out on a rock with his neck hung over the edge would be a bitch of a position to wake up in come morning. Still, I wasn’t exactly sure how to go about it.

It hit me then that I'd never actually seen him asleep before. I hadn’t seen him much anyway, sure, but the few days he’d been at camp I couldn’t recall one moment he had so much as shut his eyes. He was always moving, pacing around, polishing his guns, going off to smoke or widdle… but never sleep. He was the last one at the fire before I went to bed and the first up in the morning making coffee.

Without thinking, my hand reached out and lightly caressed his sleeping face. His skin was surprisingly smooth for how rough he appeared. My fingers traced along his thick blond facial hair, brushing down to the scar on his chin, just barely visible beneath the stubble. He looked so peaceful. His hand shot up suddenly and grabbed my wrist, holding it in place at his jaw. I let out a gasp at the quick movement. My eyes met his and he seemed to relax, realizing where he was, but he still kept a hold of me.

“Sorry doll.” He said, his voice heavy with sleep. “Didn’t mean to startle ya.” The hand that gripped my wrist slid down into my palm and bought my knuckles up to meet his lips. He gave my hand a soft, scratchy kiss before sitting up with a groan and jumping off the rock to stretch his limbs. I was taken back by how beautiful he was in the moonlight.

His normally golden blonde hair was darkened with moisture, falling over his broad shoulders in shiny wisps. He was a nicely built man, the perfect inbetween of muscle and thickness. I could tell he was strong and sturdy, but soft as well. Not like Arthur or Charels who were mountains of men and muscle that towered above you and seemed like they could kill someone with a single punch. Michas strength was more subtle. Someone at first glance you’d think you could pretty easily take in a fight, but his quickness and dexterity would soon prove you wrong.

“Are ya tired? I can cut your hair tomorrow if you’d rather go to bed.” I said, trying to shield the blush burning on my cheeks under the brim of his hat. He was silent for a moment before closing the distance between us and pushing the hat up with his thumb.

“You offering to go to bed with me?” He smirked. My cheeks were on fire now and I was sure he could tell, as his smirk grew into a full on beaming smile. He let out a chuckle and tapped the brim of the hat so it sunk back down over my face. “I’m just messin with ya darlin’. Like seein ya get all red.” A part of me hoped he wasn't jokin’ around. The kiss he’d given my hand still tingled, and mixed with his flirtatious words I felt a warm churning in the pit of my stomach.

I let out a sigh, trying to exhale the tension that was building up under my skin to no avail. “Sit down, would ya?” I gestured back to the rock beside us and he did as I asked. I brushed through his hair once more, evening it out. “How short ya want it?” I asked, taking the long strands that framed his face in my fingers.

He hummed, his lids drooping the more I touched his hair. I took the ends of one strand between two fingers and held it up to him, about two inches of hair poking out at the ends. “That okay?”

“As long as ya don't go cuttin’ all my hair off darlin’, it’s okay.” He said, closing his eyes and letting me work. I started snipping away at his hair, trimming it just enough that it still grazed his shoulders. The long look really fit him, though his features were sharp and strong enough I was sure he’d look just as good with a really short cut.

“Have you always had long hair?” I asked. He hummed in thought for a moment.

“No.” Was all he said, short and firm, like the topic wasn’t something he wanted to dip into.

“Hm.” I said, and decided to push my luck. “Is this the longest your hair’s ever been?” He started to turn his head to look at me but I put a firm palm on his scalp and kept him in place. “Don’t move.”

“Why so many questions?” He grunted. I didn’t answer at first, letting the silence around us fill with the rhythmic snipping of hair.

“I’m just curious about ya is all. Seems the only thing anyone here knows about you is that you're an ass.” I admitted.

“You been askin’ about me darlin’?” I could feel a grin stretch across his cheeks and circled around to face him. His smile softened as I got closer, my eyes flickering back and forth across his face as I lined up each side of his hair with my fingers to make sure they were even. I was so close to him I could feel his warm breath brush across my lips.

“I- Um, I think that’s good.” I said, a little flustered by how close we were, my hands lingering in the hair on either side of his face. He reached up and took my wrists in his grasp, holding them in place.

“Why you bein’ so nice to me?” He asked, his brow furrowing a bit as his steely blue eyes bored into mine.

“Look who’s got all the questions now.” I said, trying to mask the breathlessness in my voice. He didn’t move, waiting for a genuine answer. “I- I’m nice to everyone, Micah. Why would I treat you any different?” This answer seemed to suffice and he let go of my wrists, standing up with a huff. Not that he’d ever admit it, but I got the feeling that he wanted me to be treating him different from the rest of the gang.

The moon was a halo behind him as he stood an arms length away. He wasn’t as tall as the other men in camp, but he still had a few inches on me. He was dusted in loose strands of hair and I reached out tentatively to brush them off, approaching him more slowly than normal as he seemed to have a habit of gripping my wrists in reflex to any sudden movement.

He let me approach, brushing my hands over his shoulders and chest to rid him of the scratchy remnants of hair. I circled him, making sure to get the hair that coated the back of his shirt. My hands lingered a bit as I brushed over the muscles on his back, feeling the dip between his shoulder blades and the tension so evident in the long muscles that stretched down from his neck.

“You know, I’ve never seen ya sleep before today” I said, resting my hands on his back and feeling the deep breath he took. His body moved under my palms as he turned to face me, my hands now on his bare chest, unwilling to move away from his warmth. He locked eyes with me for a long moment, searching for words. I’d heard him say something along the lines of ‘sleep is for the weak’ before, and wondered if he would give me the same retort.

“If ya keep touchin’ me like this, it may not be the last time.” He said, a smirk twitching at the corner of his lips. I smiled back at him, giving the furry skin of his chest a squeeze before I reached up and removed his hat from my head. I placed it onto his hair, cleaner now than I'm sure it’d ever been. Another breeze wafted up from the water and brushed through his hair, carrying the scent of sage to my nose. Having my smell on him sent its own chill down my spine, erupting in a burst of electricity between my legs.

My mind went hazy with warmth as his eyes continued to burrow into my own. Not knowing what to say, I simply leaned in and gave him a soft kiss on his cheek. I could feel his skin burn under my lips. “Night Micah.” Was all I said as I gathered my things and started off back to camp, leaving him blushing and still as a statue on the shore.

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gimmethosedaddymilkers · 1 year

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Arthur Morgan Modern Headcannons pt2

Okokok

PART ONE HERE KINDA IMPORTANT TO READ FIRST

Everyone loved the modern headcannons and wanted to have some modern wedding headcannons

As well as some more arthur on the bike wink wonk

we’re gonna combine the two, and start with the wedding and work in some of the bike!

Oh and @photo1030 suggested Arthur on a more vintage looking Indian Motorcycle rather than a Harley, so I’ll leave an image of both and write for both!

A LITTLE NSFW SO 18+ ONLY

Okay

So after Arthur has asked you to marry him because of course he did

You two set away at making wedding plans almost immediately

You more than him

not that he isn’t excited to marry you because of course he is

but because he isn’t exactly into big party’s

he’d be willing to just get married with his family, your family, and one officiator.

But he knows you’ll want something a little more extravagant.

So he let’s you do whatever it is you’d like to do for it

You want to do a color scheme? He knows you won’t make him look like a total fool

you want a specific kind of food there?

He’s not picky he’ll eat anything you put on his plate

it’s the same with the cake, it can look any way you want

he’s absolutely there to accept any and all plans you make

of course he’ll help with certain things but he’s given you free reign

Like I said

it’s not that he’s not excited for your wedding

quite the opposite

he mentions to you just how excited he is for it every morning he wakes up with you

He mentions ‘we’ve got X amount of days until you’re Mrs./Mr. Morgan’ and then the rest of the day you have a smile on your face.

He helps pick the location, obviously

He wants to do it on Dutch’s ranch, there’s plenty of space there to set up a venue, and you debate it over a night but then realize it’s probably best for the two of you.

It’s close to family and Arthur would love to be closer to family rather than somewhere he doesn’t know, and you know that.

Plus there’s a beautiful apple orchard that Hosea’s started there

that you think would be fantastic to put the alter at

You invite your family, your friends and the entirety of Arthur’s family and all is set up sooner than you think

Of course you make the color scheme your favorite color and white, or black if that’s more your style

(Myself it’s olive green and white, that’s what I’d like to have whenever my actual wedding happens, if it happens lmao)

which means whatever your favorite color is, is the color of Arthur’s tie, or his tux with a black tie, depends on the route you decide to go

(Like for me, an olive green suit with a black or white tie, I think it’d look fantastic)

Your dress is the same way!

(AND OR SUIT YOU WOULD MATCH WITH HIM OMG THAT’D BE SO CUTE OMG WHAT IF YOU WERE OPPOSITE? SO GREEN TIE AND BLACK SUIT)

(A mostly white dress with olive green accents for me I swear these are just to try and give you an idea of what I mean but also shut it I can dream too)

The decorations match the color scheme and Abigail does a lot of it, she kinda takes over and decides that she is gonna be your wedding planner.

Jack is OBVIOUSLY the flower boy

The song Arthur proposed with

This one btw

Is the one you two have your first dance to

The song that plays as your maid of honor and bridesmaids walk down the aisle with the groomsmen with is

This one here

and then obviously the traditional wedding march as you walk down the aisle, but with a little bit of a southern twang to it, played on an acoustic guitar.

Your bridesmaids and Maids of honor are either your closest friends (Any you can think of!)

Your closest friends from Arthur’s family!

Mary-Beth, Tilly, Karen, Molly, Susan, and Abigail of course!

Who is your Maid of Honor?

Def Abigail, she helped do the entire wedding of course

and obviously John is Arthur’s Best man

It was a real toss up

it was between john and charles

but john won

because of that whole brotherly bond thing

The dj for the wedding is Sean because he insisted and if you didn’t he threatened to make you feel bad for the rest of your life for it.

The whole thing goes off without a hitch!

Arthur is crying at the alter and pretending not to be

He sees you and just can’t stop himself you’re just too perfect and he’s sniffling and trying to wipe away the tears without it being too noticeable

That makes Abigail cry, which makes you cry, which makes John cry, and everyone is crying

Dutch is crying the loudest and Hosea is hitting him repeatedly to try and get him to shut up

When it comes time for the reception, food dancing and the like

everyone keeps calling you Mrs./Mr. Morgan and welcomes you to the Van Der Linde family without hesitation

Everyone dances happily, and gets drunk

Arthur gets drunk but for once its happy drunk, and not drinking because it’ll take his mind off things

He sings badly for you and the two of you

Just have the time of your lives

the pictures you get taken for the wedding are sent to you about a month after and you swear you’d almost kiss Albert for how well they came out

Arthur looked so handsome and you PROMISED him that the photos would be treasured forever

You even set one of the digital copy ones as your lock screen because he looked so damn fine

Speaking of fine

Those motorcycles

He doesn’t ride them often but you complain to him to start doing it more because

GODDAMN

HOLY FUCK

YOU’D FUCK HIM ON THE BIKE IF YOU COULD

The vintage Indian Motorcycle is older and it takes a lot of repairs sometimes

He doesn’t take the bikes into the shop though

Mainly just because he’s got the tools at home to fix it

On the days you aren’t at work you sit at home and watch him work on it

swearing under his breath

sweating and wiping oil on himself

Tossing things to the side and calling them names

Going from angry at the bike to nice the next second

“You fuckin’ bitch that’s my goddamn hand”

“Aw...start up for me, please?”

Now, modern Arthur keeps his hair fairly short, faded at the sides and anywhere from a 2 to 3 level beard.

He’s got tats on his arms all the way to the shoulder, a sleeve, only on one arm though, the other has a few tats but not a sleeve

He’s got a chest tat, but its not huge

the one on his back is tho

You get to see them when he works on the bike because he gets hot and frustrated and tosses his tanktop to the side or ends up using it as a rag because the one he usually tucks in his waistband gets lost when he kicks pieces to the side

The back piece is a Buck, one of his favorite animals and his arm is an amalgamation of things

His favorite fire arms, which he uses as an excuse to say

“What, you mean, these guns?” And then flex

He’s got just a bunch of things that mean a lot to him and also anything that he thinks looks good on him.

He’s got a feather tattooed on there somewhere from an eagle, (it’s matching with Charles)

In general he’s got wilderness things tattooed on him, mountains and trees and the like

The chest tattoo is small, but also a favorite firearm, one of the repeaters he likes

He’s got flowers mixed in too! A man can like flowers damnit!

When his bikes are fixed up

He’s

GOD

he’s a hunk

He wears this tight fitting white shirt and these fantastic jeans with biker chaps and a leather jacket to match.

He wears his cowboy hat too, which of course you always warn him it’s gonna fall off when he’s riding but of course he remembers to tie it on with the straps he had you sew in

Like I said he usually keeps his cigarettes rolled up into his arm sleeve, that way he can reach them easy, and the sight of him smoking on a vintage bike

WOO

Look AT H IIM

He always smirks at you and says the PERFECT THINGS

He drops you off at work sometimes and when he does you know that means he’s gonna pick you up for a bike ride that evening

When he pulls up to your work and kicks that kick stand out to wait for you to get on he’ll look at you, smirk with his cigarette between his lips and say

“C’mon Baby. You an’ me are gonna ride all damn night.”

JUST

A H

He’s just so damn hot you don’t know what to do

He takes you on long bike rides sometimes

on like

bike week?

He’ll take the harley for those tho, cause it’s more reliable for the longer trips

and the two of you ride together

Sometimes he steers with one hand and puts the other on your thigh while he drives

It’s a little precarious because

ya know

bike

but he knows what he’s doing so you always feel safe

AND HORNY

He loves both of his bikes like

LOVES

i mean

sometimes he talks to them and you’re like

“Honey, for the love of god, if you don’t say those exact words to me right now and fuck me in the hayloft you and I are going to have marital issues that I’m not sure we can fix.”

Cause he says with that stuPID voice of his

“That’s my Girl”

and

“Good Girl..”

Not only that but he’ll get mad when he’s fixing them (As previously mentioned)

And say something like

“Goddamn it why can’t you just fuckin’ start for me you dirty whore?”

“ARTHUR PLEASE I WILL START-”

And let me tell you

after a ride on the bike he’s a little riled

and the two of you go

HAM

DAMN

you go ham

GREAT HAM

When the two of you finish said hamming

You always make food because he’s sleeping

snoring his ass off in the adjacent bedroom, laying flat on his back with his arms spread eagle and a blanket just barely covering his unmentionables

His hair all tousled and a small sheen of sweat covering his body

he’ll eventually stumble out with boxers pulled on haphazardly

It’s mostly because he smelled food, but also because you weren’t cuddling him and he’s a little bit of a baby.

You feed him, and sit there playing with his hair, which he LOVES

he thinks about growing it out a little longer because then there’s more for you to mess with but

with him being a mechanic he doesn’t wanna risk it getting caught in some machine and ripping his scalp at all

So he keeps it short but he loves you messing with it all the same.

He makes you lunch btw

he isn’t the best at cooking but he’s pretty good

he makes you your favorite sandwiches and puts soup in a container for you and literally makes sure all your favorite snacks are in there for you

He packs it the night before while you’re reading in front of the fireplace and then he curls up with you on the couch

9 times out of 10 you have to wake him up and herd him into the bedroom where he immediately cuddles back up into you.

He is

WONDERFUL

AND

HOT MAN

Who happens to also be

YOUR HUSBAND

Please

I’ll write so many more of these if it’s what pleases the people

just tell me

request them

ill sell my soul to write more

#arthur morgan #rdr2 #Red Dead Redemption 2 #Arthur Morgan headcannons #rdr2 headcannons #arthur morgan modern #modern headcannons #van der linde gang

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bimrsadler · 1 year

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I love your writing so incredibly much!!! A softer sin is one of my favorite Arthur fics everrrr, so me asking for this is no surprise lol. I was thinking of fluffy smut with a female reader after Arthur has that conversation with some of the gang (presumably the men only cause he says “boys”, so idk if that would change the direction you wanna go in!) around the campfire about how hard he’s trying to keep things together and make sure everyone’s safe. No preference for angst or anything else, just wherever it takes you! Thank you in advance!!!

Unburdened

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x female reader

Word Count: 2,000

Warnings/tags: nsft, fluff, unprotected piv, high honor Arthur, thigh riding, handjob, praise kink (from both sides, they just wanna make each other feel good) established relationship/first time together, dirty talk, language, smoking

Notes: thank you so much! Haven’t written for Arthur in a hot minute and this was a nice motivator. ❤️ I do love writing him getting some happiness in his life too lol. Hope I got the correct camp conversation and a decent enough amount of fluff

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“I don’t wanna die. But if I have to, I will.”

You felt your heart catch in your chest upon hearing Arthur’s admission to the gang. Resting nearby you watched as he sat by the campfire moments earlier, apologizing for being short with everyone as of late, divulging that he just wanted to find a way forward.

You admired his sharp jawline, highlighted by the orange glow of the firelight dancing along it as he confessed he was struggling. It was an uncharacteristic showing of emotion for Arthur, something that made him all the more endearing to you.

What you had was new. It started with stolen glances, tipsy flirtations and excuses to be around each other. Pining gazes that didn’t go unnoticed by the likes of a snickering Mary-Beth or an eye-rolling John.

It culminated with a spontaneous kiss to Arthur’s cheek after he brought you a type of jewelry you’d asked for should he find it on his outings. As you watched him blush and nod with a smirk, it was then you’d decided you’d wasted enough time waiting for the right moment, or him - to make a move.

“Ya know, maybe you could take me out proper sometime?”

Arthur had raked his thumb along the stubble your lips had graced. “Maybe I shall.”

He was rarely in camp for longer than a day at a time though and nothing had progressed past that since. You suspected that he may have also been keeping you at arms length. Perhaps because he didn’t feel worthy, or was scared of hurting or letting you in. More than likely the stress of trying to keep everything together played a factor, and maybe all of those things at once.

When Arthur finished his talk at the campfire, he strolled to the outskirts of camp where he struck a cigarette on his boot, leaning against a tree.

After giving him a moment, you approached and inquired warmly, “want some company big guy?”

“Sure, I’d like that,” Arthur smirked slightly.

You leaned beside him, “heard what you said back there. Doing okay?”

He let out a long sigh before replying, “yeah, just y’know…lot on my mind.”

“I bet,” you gently took his hand in yours. “You don’t have to take on the weight of the whole gang by yourself though Arthur.”

He squeezed your palm slightly in response but remained silent as he gazed out at the lake.

Taking a drag off his cigarette, he finally glanced at you from under the brim of his hat, “maybe yer right.”

“Everyone just seems…lost, and I don’t know what to do about it. Things feel different since Blackwater, Dutch seems different.”

“Things are different, but…maybe there’s nothing we can do about it. Maybe we just do what we can, help who we can and enjoy what we got in the meantime.”

“I got an obligation to this gang…”

“You can take care of the gang and yourself Arthur. Let the others take some of the load once in a while.”

Arthur turned to face you, “owe you an apology too, I haven’t meant to be distant. Guess I just,” he trailed off while rubbing the back of his neck. “Ain’t really sure how to do this anymore.”

His knuckles grazed your cheek gently, “but I still wanna try…”

Grabbing the lapels of Arthurs shirt, you pulled him down for your first proper kiss. It was warm and slow, grinng against each other when it became clumsy. There was something special about the nerves in exploring each other for the first time.

It was Arthur who deepened the kiss and let his hands move further, using your quiet moans as permission. His confidence bloomed as his tongue massaged yours, fingertips grasping into your figure more eagerly than before.

Backing you up against the tree, he parted your legs with his own sturdy thigh, urging you by the hips to use him for your pleasure.

Arthur gathered your dress above your waist, allowing your heat to grind against his thick muscle more closely. Whenever your lips briefly parted, pants and whimpers left your mouths to be swallowed by the other.

Wrapping your fists around his suspenders you pulled him as close as possible, rolling your hips against him as the tickle in your belly grew into a fire.

“That’s it girl, use me how ya want to.” Arthur’s hands wandered behind, squeezing your ass with a low growl.

“Oh Arthur, I’m almost there…”

Arthur gasped a quiet yes as he leaned back to watch you come. Through squinted eyes you saw his awestruck face in the moonlight, your blissful waves clenching around nothing.

“Oh sweet girl” Arthur murmured as he took you in for another passionate kiss, your body falling limp in his arms.

Glancing behind you he ran his hands along the tree and inquired with genuine concern, “shit, I’m sorry darlin’, yer back okay?”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, “yes Arthur, barely even noticed.”

“Now,” you slipped your hands underneath his suspenders, directing them to fall off his shoulders before unbuttoning his shirt, “it’s your turn.”

Arthur watched as you reached his belt, hand brushing against his hard length. Swallowing hard he delicately stopped you from going any further. “You sure you want this? Want me?”

Pausing the undressing, you instead wrapped your arms around his neck in a reassuring embrace. “Never been more sure of anything baby,” you whispered before parting with a kiss to his burning cheek.

From loving to lustful, your hand palmed the hardness on the other side of his jeans. “Lemme take care of you handsome.”

Arthur’s brawny body shuddered against you, “yes ma’am.”

Shirt open and jeans unbuttoned, Arthur leaned his head back as you pulled his cock out and stroked languidly.

“Good boy. I wanna make you forget about all your problems…,” you cooed - kissing his hair covered chest.

Arthur released a beautiful noise, caught between a moan and a laugh as it came out, “already done that and then some.”

“Good,” your hand moved along the velvet skin of his shaft, reaching the base where you gently cupped his balls.

“Arthur, baby look at me.”

And what a sight he was. Already falling apart, the desperate cowboy looked down at you with his lust-blown emerald eyes, hat skewed slightly backwards.

“You wanna be inside me?”

“Yes,” he huffed, chest heaving.

“Then take me, I’ve been waiting so long.”

Arthur backed away and removed his duster coat,“well it ain’t polite to keep a lady waitin’ I ’spose.” You watched as he laid his jacket out in the grass before extending a hand.

You indulged him as he pulled you closer, “what a gentleman,” you grinned.

Arthur set you down on the inside of his warm coat as his scruff collided with your neck. “Oh sweetheart ya got me all wrong,” you let out a giggle while he playfully nipped at your sensitive skin.

“I’m a nasty…” Arthur’s hand freed your breasts as he pulled at the stiff peaks, moving his lips to your ear, “nasty man.” The rugged, husky voice alone was enough to make your core ache as your giggles turned to whimpers.

Leather and woodsmoke pleasantly hit your nose as your buried your face in the coat beneath you. Arthur above you smelled of the same, with tobacco and mint and musk, and all the things that made him familiar - made him home. You were surrounded.

Arthur took your nipples into his mouth, giving adequate attention to each. He flicked and twirled his tongue gently between soft sucking. “You like that darlin’?” He looked up at you with a smug smile, a string of spit connecting your bodies.

You let out a needy mewl in response, Arthur peeling your soaked undergarments off as you did.

Carefully he ran his fingers along your bare heat, swearing to himself. “This all for me?” Before you had a chance to reply, he sunk two strong digits into your pussy.

He smiled down at you while massaging your walls, drinking in the sight of your ecstasy. Arthur kissed you softly as he removed his fingers and coated his length with your arousal.

Leaning over you he lined up at your entrance, dragging the leaking head along the slick folds. “Ready sweetheart?”

You nodded eagerly, pulling him forward by the hips as he slowly sheathed himself inside of you. He stayed like that for a moment, savoring the feeling he so rarely got to enjoy, let alone with someone he cared so deeply for.

He made his first movements, slow and steady. Writhing up against him you moved your hips in tandem, arms wrapped around Arthur’s broad shoulders, his crumpling the fabric of the coat in his fist.

Arthur’s thrusts became longer and deeper, hitting a part of you you weren’t sure had ever been reached.

“Fuck, don’t stop Arthur,” you cried louder than expected.

“Shh girl,” Arthur ran his rough thumb along your trembling lower lip. “Much as I wanna hear them pretty sounds, I don’t think we want the camp hearin’ em too.”

You exhaled and turned your face away from him, feeling your face flush with heat at his touch. “I know Arthur, it’s hard,” you stated while biting your lip.

“I know it is.” Arthur’s thumb parted your lips to meet your darting tongue, “but yer a good girl…ain’tcha?”

You moaned around him as his bucking picked up pace, rubbing against your clit with each movement. “My good girl.”

Threading your fingers through Arthur’s soft hair and the other grasping his back, you dug into him for support as your second climax began rippling through you. “That’s it sweetheart, I gotchu.”

Whines and quiet expletives landed in the crook of Arthur’s neck, trying so desperately to suppress them as your pussy pulsed around his cock.

Unprepared for the tight, gripping sensation - Arthur let out an unrestrained (and involuntary) groan, stilling himself suddenly to prevent an early release.

Stifling a laugh you ran your fingernails down his back while teasing, “what happened to staying quiet?”

Arthur huffed with a grin, “whatchu expect when ya pull a move like that?”

“Hate to break it to ya but you’re the one who caused it.” You laughed quietly together, rolling slightly in each others arms. It was a relief to be this comfortable, nerves of a first time still fluttering but pushed down by how natural everything felt.

You had never laughed with someone during intimacy before, and Arthur seemed so at ease. Finally.

You felt his chest rumble against yours as he hummed, lips tenderly kissing along your neck. “That so?”

“The way you were moving felt so good, I couldn’t control it…”

Arthur began his motions again, “like this?”

“Mmhmm…”

“Feels…goddamn…” Arthur bit his lip and shivered. “Feels so good fer me too.”

Arthur rested his forehead on yours, bobbing up and down together as he pumped in and out of you. His muscles tensed against you, breaths uneven and motions choppy. “Darlin’ —”

As Arthur pulled himself out you replaced his hand with yours, hard and long strokes above your stomach as he shot hot ropes onto your already burning skin. The soft whines and pants of the hardened, brooding outlaw above you was music to your ears.

Arthur retrieved the bandana from his pocket to gingerly clean his spend off of you, bashful and proud all the same.

Buttoning up and putting back on any clothing that had lost its way, you found your place on Arthur’s chest as he absentmindedly scratched your back.

“Well gotta say, life ain’t seem too bad now.”

You hummed happily into his shirt, “well I feel accomplished then.”

Arthur inhaled to say something but paused to consider his words, “I’m gonna think about everything you said, doll. Make some changes.”

“Most importantly though,” he pulled you closer to him and pressed his lips to the top of your head, “think I owe you a date, don’t I?”

#nsft #arthur morgan #rdr2 #arthur morgan x f!reader #arthur morgan x female reader #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan smut #rdr2 fanfic #arthur morgan fanfiction #red dead redemption

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lavellenchanted · 6 months

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Hi! Do you have any comforting book/movie recs? Maybe with a sweet love story or friendship?

ABSOLUTELY I do!!

Books

Love Lettering by Kate Clayborn. This is a really charming romance about Meg, who does custom calligraphy, including wedding invitations, like the invites she did for Reid Sutherland a year ago. But now he's back, having spotted a hidden message she wove into his invitations warning him that his marriage was doomed. He wants to know how she knew, but Meg's got her own problems - but despite herself she feels a connection with Reid that's only growing deeper . . .

Everything Eva Ibbotson has ever written, especially her historical romances. My personal favourite is The Secret Countess, set in 1919, in which Anna, a Russian Countess, after fleeing from the Bolsheviks, takes a job as a maid in a young English Earl's household.

The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society by Mary Ann Shaffer and Annie Barrows - told in letters and the inspiration for the film, it's quite different from the movie in some respects but is just warm, gentle and a really cosy read.

Crosstalk by Connie Willis - this is a romcom with a slight sci-fi vibe; in the not too distance future Briddey Flannigan gets an implant to allow telepathic communication with her boyfriend so they can have a more open relationship, but instead finds herself connected to someone else entirely . . .

Attachments by Rainbow Rowell - this is such a gentle romance, set in the 90s, Lincoln works for a paper in their IT department and has been assigned to check emails that get flagged by their new system. One particular coworker, Beth, keeps getting her emails flagged and as he reads them, he finds himself falling in love with her . . . the only problem is he's never actually met her.

Anne of Green Gables (and sequels) by L. M. Montgomery - a true classic, that is just so joyful to read, and the love story between Anne and Gilbert is one of my very favourites.

The Boy trilogy by Meg Cabot - these are three of Meg Cabot's adult books, all loosely connected but they can be read as standlones, and are just fun, easy reads with nice romances that are really feel good.

Movies

The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society - since I've plugged the book let's also plug the movie. It's gentle, it's warm, it's comforting, it's lovely and it's two hours of Michiel Huisman being charming.

The Shop Around the Corner - the original that inspired You've Got Mail, with James Stewart and Margaret Sullavan. It's lower stakes that YGM but still fun, romantic and really feel good.

When In Rome - this film is ridiculous but I love it, a romcom with Kristen Bell and Josh Duhamel where she takes coins out of a fountain in Rome causing four men to fall hopelessly in love with her.

The Longest Ride - this is based on a Nicholas Sparks novel and one of my comfort films. There's two love stories, one in the present day and one historical being told to the heroine by Alan Alda, and they're both really sweet.

Your Name - an anime film, I watched this a few years ago and it instantly became one of my all time favourites. It's so beautifully animated, and the romance in it is top tier.

When Fools Rush In - Matthew Perry and Salma Hayek have a one night stand in Las Vegas, but when she gets pregnant he proposes marriage on a whim and they try to build a life together. A stellar romcom and Matthew Perry said it was his favourite of all his films.

Belle (2013) - absolute peak period drama romance, and a truly underrated gem of a film.

Take the Lead - inspired by a true story, Antonia Banderas stars as a ballroom dancer who teaches a class of inner-city kids to dance. Beautiful, charming, romantic.

The Jane Austen Book Club - a group of women form a book club to read all the Jane Austen books, and find they help with their own problems. Lots of friendship and a bit of romance on the side.

And since it is December some special Christmas comfort movie plugs . . .

While You Were Sleeping - Sandra Bullock saves a man from an oncoming train, but gets mistaken by his family for his financee and then starts falling for his brother. A+++ rom com.

Christmas in Boston - two penpals finally agree to meet after writing for 13 years. The catch? They both sent each other pictures of their best friends and pretended it was them.

Dash & Lily - a series rather than a movie but super cute. Lily leaves a notebook with some challenges in a bookstore, Dash finds it and does them, and leaves her some of his own in return, and thus an unlikely friendship is born.

Midnight at the Magnolia - radio hosts and childhood friends Maggie and Jack fake being a couple to drive up the ratings on their show.

Miracle on 34th Street - both the original 1940s version and the 90s remark are great, in which a lawyer and a little girl have to prove that a man claiming to be Santa is the real thing when he's put on trial.

The 12 Dates of Christmas - woman set up on a blind date on Christmas Eve has to relive the night over and over until she gets it right.

I hope those will do you for a while and that you enjoy them!!! Shout if you need any more :)

#sleepover saturday #book recs #movie recs

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woman-with-no-name · 2 years

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Micah Bell x f!reader

Title: “Possible Benefits”

A/N: Wanted to finally give Micah some attention. But not fully, yet, I might continue this. Also, Dutch is bae so I had to mention him. Not proofread, and my brain is fried from the summer heat so the grammar mistakes might be enormous, my sincere apologies!

Word count: 1,7k

Warnings: Mostly fluff, some angst. A bit smutty in the end. Mocking other members of the gang, aka. Molly, sorry yall. But nothing too bad, I guess. And, Micah being Micah?

Summary: Micah and reader are friends that get drunk one night and talk shit. Micah likes to tease reader about her crush. However, all takes a turn...

Story under the cut!

"You are a fucking asshole, do you know that Micah?" You turn around to look at your friend as you finished tightening up your saddle bags.

"And like you're any better, huh?" He smiles at you, wickedly. "Pp-please don't shoot me! I'll do anything!" with his hands up in the air, Micah mocks the frightened tone of voice of the man you two robbed barely an hour ago.

"And then you shot him. Shame on you. Tsk tsk." You deeply frown as you lift up your gaze from one of the bottles of whiskey you also stole from the stagecoach.

After eyeing each other for a second you both burst into fits of laughter. It was a solid three minutes of Micah rolling on the ground, and you struggling for air.

"He was asking for it, I'll give you that" You point your finger at him, and sit down at the campfire.

"But that little wife of his. God damn…" Micah whistles through his teeth.

"Well, I'm sure she's still sobbing out there, maybe you still have a chance." You wink at him.

"Mhm…" He has that shit-eating grin on his face while staring off, thinking of something. You notice the orange glow from the fire dancing in his eyes.

"She reminded me of someone." He says after a while, when he finally blinked, probably from all the smoke getting in his eyes. "But…fuck her. And fuck this job. Let's drink already." Micah takes one long swig and hands you the bottle.

You do the same and set the bottle down between you two. You look over at your horse with your sleeping bag still tied up. It's cold and dark but sleeping is the last thing you are thinking about. However, you do feel uncomfortable from riding, running, and shooting the whole day. You pull your boots off and stretch out your feet close to the fire, laying back on your elbows.

"Thanks. There's nothing I love more than the whiff of your sweaty socks." Micah looks at you but you just ignore him, grinning from the warmth.

"Talk more shit and I'll rub them over your face when you fall asleep." You sip on the whiskey.

"I ain't sleeping tonight. My blood is still….all fired up." He adjusts his hips and wiggles in his spot.

You roll your eyes at him.

"You horny bastard. I don't think you were her type, but she's a widow now… so who knows…she might be desperate." You bite your bottom lip as you tease him and look away, expecting him to at least hit you in the shoulder. But he doesn't do that, he doesn't do anything, just stares into the fire.

"I ain't nobody's type." He swigs the bottle once again.

He almost gets a sad look on his face but it lasts less than a second, if even that long, his eyes immediately shift to something else, something way more interesting to you. However, you do decide to break the silence with a reassuring comment. He was your friend afterall, the only one that shared your crude humor at least.

"I know you are talking about Mary Beth, she rejected a dance, so what? Don't mean you ain't no body's type."

"Take your own fucking advice." He harshly dismisses your attempt at lightening the atmosphere.

"The fuck you talking about?" You stare him down and raise from your elbows.

He chuckles, still staring at the fire. "Com' on now cowpoke, I saw how you look at him."

You freeze and your grip on the bottle gets tighter.

He exhales through his nose, condescendingly, the way only he knew how.

"Shut up." You snarl at him.

"What? Did I touch a soft spot…. miss?"

"Don't call me that, call me by my damn name like you always do."

"But he doesn't…" He sucks in the air through his teeth, like he just got burned.

"Don't make me fucking repeat myself." Your glare drilling a hole on the side of his head.

"Did you even ask him?" He takes a swig of whiskey. "You know, nicely. I doubt he wouldn't fuck you…at least once." He smirks, turning his head and looking you straight in the eyes.

You stand up quickly and put your hand on your holster.

"Micah. I'm warning you." You point your other hand at him.

"Oh, I'm sorry…You don't wanna just fuck him. You looovee him." He drawls and then giggles. If snakes can giggle.

Your eyes go red. From rage or all the alcohol in your veins, you don't know.

"If you tell him a word. I swear to god Micah…" Your expression goes stern, brows furrowed.

"Reeeelax cowpoke. I won't tell him. It's just fun, watching you squirm every time he goes by." He empties the bottle, down to the last drop.

You shake your head at him, scoffing.

You settle back down, this time, across from him. "You should mind your own business. Why are we even friends."

" 'Cause." His gaze meets yours once again. "You and me, we ain't much different." He finishes his sentence before throwing the empty bottle away.

"Damn. That was low, don't you offend me like that. You cold son of a bitch." You kick some dirt and dust in his direction, a smile creeping up on your face.

"Hey now, settle down, you crazy bitch." He laughs.

A few moments pass in silence, with Micah getting up to search for some more booze in his saddle bags. You hoped he gets back with beer. This whiskey was getting to you. Makes you think of all kinds of things you usually don't dwell on. Like fear or danger. Guess that's one more thing you and Micah bonded over. Not giving a fuck about what happens. Hopefully, no one will ambush you during the night because if this continues you doubt you would be able to shoot straight or even stand. Maybe you should stop drinking? Ahh, that thought quickly passes once Micah finally hands you a precious bottle of…yes. Beer. More relaxed now, your mind decides to drift in another direction.

"You know, both of us just tend to bark at the wrong tree." You state, plainly.

"Ooo, are we gonna get philosophical now? Boss would like that, that's for sure." He brings his bottle to yours, making a little toast before dowing the beer. You notice the white foam clinging to the ends of his mustache.

"Pff. He's with that Molly anyway… I can't fucking stand her." You toast with him once again before standing up on wobbly legs.

Clearly drunk, you grab your bosom over your shirt and push your breasts together, put on a pouty face before speaking in what you thought was a good Irish accent.

"Listen here now, the lot of ya." You try to imitate Molly. Poorly. Which makes it even funnier. "Dotch loves me, he does, I tell ya!" And then you turn around, furiously, pretending to walk away, while swaying your hips more than necessary. You laugh at your own awful acting skills way harder than Micah did. He was probably too distracted by the charades part of your act.

"She's annoying. But has a nice pair of tits on her. You got that part right. Maybe that's why he keeps her around."

"He could have my tits any day…." You burst into laughter once again.

"Ask him then, I'm telling you. Who could say no… to you." He presses the edge of the bottle on his lips but since it was barely any liquid in it, he raises it up and lets the remaining beer drip on his tongue.

You watch him as you sit back down, next to him. A bit too long. He notices. He notices everything.

"So how about we help each other?"

"What do you mean? " You ask, but the flirtatious look in your eyes is giving away your true intentions.

He reaches out and trails his fingers down the side of your neck. You stop breathing. His pointer finger reaches the edge of your shirt and he trails it behind you, rubbing your upper back.

"You wish it was him touching ya like this, don't ya?"

You swallow dryly and raise your eyebrows at him.

"Cat got your tongue?" He licks his lips. "Tell me if you want me to stop, doll."

"You never called me doll before…" You start wrapping your hands around his shoulders, the black leather coat feeling cool under your fingers but you can still feel the heat radiating from the inside.

"You know, I always liked this coat of yours. The first time I saw you in it, I thought about stealing it." Your palm traces the smooth dark leather down to his bicep, which immediately tightens a bit under your touch. You giggle at that.

He smirks. "I'll steal you a smaller one." His other hand is at your waist now, bringing you closer to him. You tilt your head and smile before closing your eyes. His mustache tickles you before you feel his lips on your own, sweetly locking your upper one between his. Eagerly, you grab a bunch of his blonde hair and deepen the kiss. He hums in appreciation before he pulls you in his lap. Sidesaddle, as one may call it. Micah's grip tightens around you as you explore each other's mouths. Playfully and sloppily. Drunk on whiskey, and drunk on affection. You pull away and run your fingers through his long sideburns, holding his face in your hands. With a toothy smile, he looks up at you.

"Where did you get that?"

"Get what?"

"This cute scar." You leave a small peck on his stubbly skin.

"Cute? Don't make me mad now, cowpoke."

"Back to cowpoke are we?" You flick your tongue over his lips, which he retaliates by holding you in place as you laugh when his mouth attacks the side of your neck. Finally, he calms you with his warm hands tracing your sides, going under your jacket. You notice a questioning look in his eyes.

"So, who did you imagine just now?"

"No one. Why would I?"

He scoffs. "I'll ask you again, once you're sober."

You grab him by his chin, making him look you in the eyes. "You really don't know what a blue-eyed, sharp-jawed, handsome fuck you are underneath all that grime…" You scan his face one more time "Do ya?"

He starts laughing, that familiar snarky laugh of his.

"Don't talk like that, doll. I might start being sweet on ya."

"You just might…"

You lock his bottom lip between yours, biting it with no remorse as you pull away from him.

#micah bell x reader #rdr2 #micah bell #micah bell x f!reader #red dead redemption 2 fanfiction #red dead redemption 2 #possible benefits #my writing #rdr2 fanfiction #rdr2 fandom #dutch van der linde #fluff #angst

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Good morning Dr. Reames I wanted to ask you, what do you think that Christian Cameron compared Alexandros with Hitler, do you think it is a fair comparison? That is, there will be traits that all leaders must share to motivate a large number of people to follow them and come to power, but is it really true that Alexandros was the Hitler of his time?

First, let me say that Chris Cameron and I share some mutual author friends, so I know him “adjacent,” but we have never had a conversation. Let me also say that while I’m not a fan of his God of War novel about Alexander, I assume he’d equally dislike Dancing with the Lion (assuming he’s even read it). Authors are allowed to have different visions.

So, that stated, I had some pretty serious issues with God of War (GoW), in terms of both his reading of Alexander as well as his historiography. In GoW, he Mary-Sued Ptolemy at the expense of Alexander (and Hephaistion and Olympias, for that matter). Compare his “can do no wrong” Ptolemy (which seems to swallow Arrian’s history whole-hog) with Kate Elliott’s Persephone/Ptolemy in the Sun Chronicles…a much more nuanced portrayal, where—surprise!—Persephone/Ptolemy *lies* when it suits her…like the historical Ptolemy, who was establishing a dynasty, so he carefully curated his history. Basically, Cameron’s historiography is problematic as it doesn’t show much awareness of the tropes and themes present in ancient literature, and doesn’t properly “interrogate” the ancient sources for bias.

GoW is a very “het” novel although I don’t think he considers himself homophobic. Nonetheless, parts of GoW read as homophobic, and misogynistic too. Or it may just be that his sifting of the sources isn’t, IMO, nuanced enough to recognize the misogyny in the ancient sources. I doubt he likes (or perhaps has not even read) Beth Carney on Olympias. And I’m sorry, but calling a character presented as primarily homosexual (Hephaistion) a “bitch queen” can’t be anything BUT homophobic, unless there’s a counterbalance gay character somewhere in the (800-page) text, and there’s not. Having a gay character in another novel elsewhere really doesn’t count (and that gay character has other moral issues).

He has a military history audience, and he doesn’t dare alienate them. I’m not convinced he fully gets the problems in what he’s written for LGBTQ representation OR misogyny OR complex historiography generally.

As for ATG as Hitler, there are OH, so many problems with that. He’s read a little too much Ian Worthington and Peter Green (and Brian Bosworth and Ernst Badian, maybe), then taken it further. ATG was not the ancient Hitler. That doesn’t mean he was necessarily a good guy, or that conquest should be elevated in the modern world. But just as Cameron doesn’t seem aware of the various tropes in ancient sources and their impact on historiography, he also doesn’t seem to understand how to analyze ancient expectations.

There is, IMO, a middle road between simply condemning Alexander on modern grounds, versus undue elevation of Alexander and the “conquest narrative” found throughout the ancient world. Basically, Alexander pursued what he grew up to understand as a noble aspiration. Virtually nobody in HIS world would have critiqued that, only how he went about achieving it. That doesn’t mean we can’t critique it, but critiques that expect ancient people to think like moderns hitch on anachronism.

This is something I think Classics/ancient history generally is struggling with at present. How do we avoid making conquest into a thing to emulate, versus applying modern moral standards to ancient people?

#Alexander the Great #Was Alexander the Great the Hitler of his time?#Christian Cameron #God of War #historiography #historical fictino #ancient Macedonia #Ptolemy I

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eli-the-gorehound · 1 year

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my opinion on a bunch of RDR2 ships because I need to distract myself!

BTW! I don't know how popular any of these are! Whatever I say about fans of this stuff is things I can infer or have seen from a few people. Also any you know that I haven't mentioned tell me about! Like I didn't know many John x ____ ships because I don't like exploring them much. Before we do anything, Dutch / Hosea x Arthur / John or John x Arthur is so shitty, they are family.

Arthur x Mary Honestly, not a lot of thoughts on this one. I like seeing their past relationship but I can't find them in the game very interesting. They seem like they really were in love in some way a long time ago but now I just like them as friends

Arthur x Mary-Beth I can't really see why people ship this, Mary-Beth asks Arthur to dance and all but I can't see it as more than friends

Arthur x Sadie Same with Mary-Beth, can't see why people ship this. Sadie seems too dedicated to her husband and just not close in that way.

Arthur x Kieran Meh, I used to ship this and didn't see much of the fans. They could be cute but Arthur is really mean to him at the beginning and by the point he isn't Kieran is very close to being killed. Really depends.

Arthur x Charles I ship this so very biased but it is 9 times out of 10 an amazing ship.

Arthur x Albert SO CUTE I LOVE THIS EVEN IF THEY MEET LIKE 4 TIMES I FORGET. Matthews Family made me love it more tbh. But like, before I was kicked from fronting and when I was not on tumblr I shipped these two then I forgot about them

Arthur x Trelawny Idk, can't see this one happening.

Arthur x Javier See above. Also I'm a Jovier slut so NO

Arthur x any other stranger mission characters I find most stranger mission character x Arthur cute but I can't see them very much since they're just stranger missions

John x any stranger mission characters Kinda weird since John can only interact with them when he and Abigail are "better" or actually better

John x Abigail Best straight ship here tbh. John is kinda shit to Abi in the start of rdr2 and just most of it but they are so cute once the are actually fine. ALSO THEY ARE T4T I WOULD WRITE A WHOLE FIC ABOUT HOW I THINK IT WORKS BUT I ALREADY HAVE 1 JOHN CENTRIC FIC I'M WORKING ON THAT WILL PROBABLY TOUCH ON IT. IF IT DOESN'T I AM WRITING IT BECAUSE MY THOUGHTS ARE LOUD.

John x Javier I actually ship this! I find it hella interesting with how John treats Abigail and Javier and how Javier treats John in rdr1 (I've listened to his little thing like 5 times). Cool ship. Good for angst.

John x Bill Saw this once, hope it isn't popular but I just don't think they'd work, it feels off. John is like really only nice to him when he's drunk so idk.

Javier x Bill Just no, kinda weird for rdr2 and somehow less weird in rdr1 (kinda like they hate each other and no one likes this but they are fucking) but I think they hate each other guys.

Kieran x Bill Tell me you ship abuse without telling me you ship abuse. Okay but I can't see this being healthy for anyone, Bill's repressed ass and Kieran with the most anxiety and also he whole thing with Bill wanting to cut Kieran's balls off wasn't cute and it makes me feel gross every time I see the camp interaction involving it or the cutscene. Plus just by going by ship tags it's also paired a lot with Morston which. ew.

Karen x Mary-Beth Didn't like this one too much until I read Matthews Family and now I love it. Not much to say just lesbians.

Mary-Beth x Kieran Cute but don't ship! I don't have a lot to say on it, it's fine and people that ship it seem fine but I don't care for it :)

Mary-Beth x Tilly Meh, just don't care for it. Kinda see them more as sisters but yeah

Karen x Molly Like this one a lot! Think it is interesting but maybe not the best for either parties

Karen x Sean [insert Karen hatefucks the Irish to survive post] Just meh about it, least favorite cannon ship just because I feel like we didn't get to learn enough about Sean beyond "loudmouth Irish" to see how things with him work.

Sean x Lenny Cute :) Not much to say, just cute

Sean x Kieran This is a ship? No but like, I've seen things with this but like. I don't see how.

Dutch x Hosea I LOVE THIS ONE SO MUCH AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. But yeah. Totally normal 'bout them. Love em.

Dutch x Molly I didn't like this one in the first place and we recently spilt a Dutch alter (he's been front stuck for like all of last month and still now) who kinda made me figure out my stance on Dutch's cannon sexuality/how he isn't straight. It's not just our fictive's thing but basically I don't think he feels romantic attraction toward women and at most just confuses friend ship or pure sexual attraction for full attraction and that's why he isn't with Susan or really Molly. Anabelle feels like special case in my head where she died before he could no longer like her. ALSO- there's like a tumblr post I remember reading about this but I cannot remember it for the life of me.

Molly x Sadie Cute but they never interact but also omg I love this.

Sadie x Abigail Actually love this. In my dreams Abigail x Sadie, Abigail x John and John x Javier coexist in the epilogue and everything is fine. Please let everything be fine.

Susan x Swanson Seen this in fic tags a few times but I usually don't read them for other reasons and it seems fine. Kinda cute and maybe I'll look into it

Susan x Strauss Seen this once in a joke post but people might actually ship this so. I mainly view it as either a joke or just weird. idk man.

Hosea x Bessie Pretty adorable! Hope we can get more about them one day.

Bessie x Anabelle One tumblr post affected how I saw these two forever and now I ship them. Dutch x Hosea, Dutch x Anabelle, Hosea x Bessie and Bessie x Anabelle all existed at the same time. Yes there's no way to know but IT HAPPENED I SWEAR

Micah x ANYONE Always gross, always weird.

#rdr2 #how would i tag this shortly #-wilbur

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The Angel On His Arm What happens when I run around RDO too often with @sweet-by-and-by, who runs an adorable Mary-Beth rendition.

Leaves scurry across the half-cobbled roadway, signs of industrialization meant to take this one-horse town from an inconsequential speck into some place worth a telegram home to mention. Arthur takes stock of all but its name, this town ain't no more, nor no less, than any other shithole he's been to. They got a sheriff and a deputy, both too big for their britches, and a stagecoach outpost that's more afterthought than thoroughfare. Way he sees it, they ain't too long for this area, seeing as there ain't much worth stealing to keep them 'round.

'Bout the only thing that matters is the fine tailor that's managed to set up shop. Driven out of bigger cities by bigotry, the fella runnin' it has no problems with authority, but plenty of problems with thieving. No one's welcome to it in his workshop and it's that unwelcome attitude what sees Arthur here, entering with Mary-Beth on his arm, fussing at him that things will be fine, she doesn't need to buy a new dress.

"You don't be worryin' none, Mary-Beth," he assures her with a quick, warm smile - the sort saved for them that he cares about. "You ain't needin' nothing, but you's deserving of it."

That puts a damper on her protests and turns her lips into a smile, bashful and sweet. Real dangerous thief, Mary-Beth is, because if she ain't able to steal a man's heart with one soft smile, she can empty his pockets in the moment of distraction it causes.

"You're too good to me, Arthur," she says demurely.

"That's about all I'm good for," he replies. Guides her towards the tailor, a man with a pensive look on his face that seems turned on the lady. Seems Mary-Beth may've been plying her trade here earlier.

The smack on his forearm, light, earns her a raised brow. "You're good for so much more than that," she chides.

"Maybe," he allows, tipping back his hat, "but that don't make me no good as a person."

"You're all that and more as a friend," she says, standing tiptoe for a chaste press of her lips to his cheek.

"Can I help you?" comes stiffly from the tailor.

Arthur coughs once into the back of his hand, then looks over the man. "Me? Nah. I ain't got no need for fancy things." He nudges Mary-Beth forward. "This lady, though. She's lookin' for something fine. Think you got anything worth her time?"

The flicker of annoyance in how the man looks at Mary-Beth has Arthur leaning back his weight on his heel, resting his hands along his gunbelt. That draws the focus back to him and he gives the man a slow, leisurely sort of nod to help encourage him along.

"Seeing as she helped herself in our last encounter," the tailor starts with a disdainful sniff, "I've no idea why she suddenly needs my help to enrich herself."

Ah, seems his assessment is right and Mary-Beth already danced about this man's wares and wealth. Arthur feels a surge of pride for that, and irritation at the reticence. "Now, I know you ain't saying nothing foul about my lady friend here," he warns.

Mary-Beth steps up, a bolt of fine burgundy fabric in her hands, and she smiles sweetly at the tailor, gives Arthur a quick glance asking to let her handle it. He steps back, always mindful to give a lady what she wants. Then her smile is fully brilliant, turned on the tailor as she lays the fabric out on the counter. "I'd like this in a skirt, please," she says, light as day, as though she's not come through and picked his register clean at least the once. "And a vest, for my friend," she adds with a gesture to Arthur, just enough promise in it to be threat. "Blood is so very hard to get out, stains the material quite badly." Bats her eyes all innocent, the picture of an angel here on earth. "I'm hoping that starting with red will mean less stains in the future. Do you think that would help?"

The very picture of an angel, but Arthur chuckles as the words settle in and prove the lady equally capable of being quite the devil.

#kichi writes #rdr2 #arthur morgan #mary-beth gaskill #trend identified: writing vague blackmail threat scenarios #whoops sorry not sorry?

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she made all of her kids nude porn stars then too, at birth "yea film it"-her mom anne marie/lady gaga/whoever jens mom is

then kills dogss

then goes back to her then back to her and its inbreeding again, the video shit

and they dont stop going at you too

and they are everywhere

then horse back riding, masks, and a logo

and all again

maybe a morning sunset on th ebeach

or a filipino beach guy to give you a infant while you live up in the trees

and maybe drugs if you want

dazed and confused

black hair

white guitar girl

tan guy

then she goes wild for a boy doing a wheelie on a motor bike

then sees footprints in the sand

she is mary anne, aunt rose's daugter who brest fed beth

so kids name was brett

to come back to it

rips shirt off

then shes deezy

i need a drink

give me a nose ring

then beard her

aunt rose i gotta live with her

then ex post about it

weird calm down meme feeling. mom posted the picture of a conversation.

there were only so many face books

i will write down the names later

john wayne gacy is kevin

filipino

then it just goes on again to their big gay life

school dances

my cell phone dick photo in the mirror

she wanted a dress like mine

shoot her in the fucking head

mollys relative, we killed her kind of right, thoughts of me were there

right

make it sluttier

https://www.facebook.com/friends/suggestions/?profile_id=100000085233472 and your neice next shannon

halloween 4? drugs and that life they all have to.. go and live it!

to sit her big asss on you

phase of life

omg friends drugs she told me it i dont care

hahahha

grandmother willow right

the dumpster guy in the movie

noroi

dragging the infants

no you need one too

says it to them

anne marie looking ones just left it on the ground

and shannon would be fucking it then walk up to him fucking it aand try and get them all fucking while doing that

and annemarie made shannon her drug ffriend

there is alix the next generation after

constantly has to fuck him

a don

shannon is a mom first

and anne marie just goes to sleep

aunt rose and beth are anne maries

chris is a alix needs to fuck

leaves fast

or what im young again to find her with a dog

and leave it to

and this is alix too, wayneradio tv what i cant put on a mask and fool them all, and leave, and make them again, in your area, with them, and their party, what they want, in the woods, and here, i might get her, and i get her, and i get her

and leave

we had to do the same thing the other one did

we are alike

whoa not related

hate it

we know you and hate you too

half of it is tit pics

the rest is i dunno

for sex with wwho

all of them are tht

and the i dunno you ones

i dunno go fuck

why arent you

now im turned on by you

aand hey me and mom do it easy

dope me do me mom then i fuck it up and die in 8 years now i live in the woods at raves and fuck and do whatever

im gay

mom lives ina house in a river

now plan it out

houses where

they all get to live

throw it in

abortion

then it gets a name

his dad and him

garbage guy

and john wayne gacy

twilight

mask

and werewolf

and abortion

skeleton with hat

he would put one on it

they brought a pile over again

and tried to fuck me with it

he was sting too, john wayne gacyy

and youre in the back right

right?

orange

i know them all now

and dialet

i will shit in her food today

and the kids he mates with, i wont be afraid to get this fucking spot doing it with him, their wives were the same he said

they wanted to go on it

when

they saw

who

fuckign noises

owl calls for one

old wild

that is aunt rose and fred

again? greg?

his son in front of him would

they would jump and fuck and fuck one of them there

grouped outside

the jump landing was it

face lift to her huh

then carriage accident

full fake head

does this guy try and live in mym house

he is godzilla

guess who

uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

at anyone

at him

my dad?

mated 8 times

who who

said it

oh my god

i dont care

who

it is

sexy shit

they thought giants would walk them around

epkot

epcot

their world logo

for take over

their train shows it

they keep cumming in a numbilical cord then after liquid laundry detergent it turns it black and they inject it

to turn black

or purple or what blue

violet was him

mission

family

he knew everyones family the scare crow

of central t owest spain

and is gay

golfer

lion

and his wife

dur dur dur im the gay chienese animator

made it all

shes getting a bath

i dont want that from ya

hot

or that

cold

warm

and please squeeze it, like it again

Thu 6:14 PM

charles lee ray is the garbage guy

marrried agnes and chris

and aunt jemima wwas his inbred with the gone with the wind black btich, married that black woman too

kept the money for herself

she next on ekept checks

then after

free bank ask for it in the back

meghan

it was her in the movie too

mexico

and is penny's mom

lady gaga

apacolypto film me from up

was 8 then next yearr peggy sue 16 right

barbra ann

her mom

and next one

her mom

cinndy

then her mom

chris

then her mom

agnes

then her mom

gone with the wind black bitch

they edited her white

right

no is amanda

or meghan

which one

shoot both

take off her voice piece she is the one with the headset under her skin

to keep licking

wwhat you wwant on you

was suppossed to get shot

and shut up

too

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cityoftheangelllls · 2 years

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My Personal Tier Chart Ranking of Some Classic Rock Bands

Here are the bands listed, in order of their ranking:

ABSOLUTE LEGENDS THAT WILL NEVER BE TOPPED EVER (my absolute favorite groups):

Queen

Electric Light Orchestra

ABBA

Styx

Jefferson Starship

The Beatles

Toto

Heart

(Paul McCartney and) Wings

Fleetwood Mac

The Doors

Hall and Oates

Genesis

Yeah!! Really Good!

The Cars

Foreigner

The Eagles

Duran Duran

The Scorpions

Led Zeppelin

Uriah Heep

Van Halen

The Doobie Brothers

Bad Company

Huey Lewis and the News

Crosby, Stills, Nash (and Young)

The Raspberries (I've always been partial to them since Jim Bonfanti, the drummer, is my great uncle)

Manfred Mann's Earth Band

The Jimi Hendrix Experience

America

The Police

Creedence Clearwater Revival

REO Speedwagon

The Alan Parsons Project

Supertramp

Cream

The Guess Who

Yes

The Moody Blues

The Little River Band

Ehhhhhhhh They're Okay:

The Rolling Stones (never really got myself into them but I do like a few of their songs, including Miss You, Jumping Jack Flash, and Paint it Black)

Rush (still trying to get a little more into this band since I've discovered some stuff of theirs that I really like, also the late Neil Peart is a fantastic drummer and although Geddy Lee's voice takes some getting used to, he doesn't sound as bad as many people make him out to be)

Kansas

Aerosmith (I honestly find them overrated and overplayed, especially freaking Dream On and I Don't Want to Miss a Thing, although I do really like Same Old Song and Dance, Back in the Saddle, and Angel)

Pink Floyd (I now like them a little more than I used to, when I thought they were incredibly bland, and I think the album The Wall is a masterpiece)

The Who

Deep Purple

Grand Funk Railroad

Steve Miller Band (I hear their hits WAY TOO MUCH on the radio, especially The Joker, which I positively fucking hate, but they honestly aren't too bad, and their stuff from the late 60s, like Space Cowboy, is definitely overlooked)

Thin Lizzy (The Boys Are Back in Town is my favorite of theirs atm, I haven't really found anything of theirs that lives up to that but I still enjoy listening to it)

Steely Dan

Jethro Tull (a lot of their songs are pretty decent, and if there was ever a hard rock band that could masterfully blend in the flute, then this was it. Locomotive Breath still slaps)

The Yardbirds

U2 (again, never really got into them, although I love Bono's voice)

Journey (ISTFG if I hear Don't Stop Believing one more goddamn time I'm going to rip the whole radio out of my car and toss it out the window. But seriously, I would have genuinely enjoyed that song if they didn't overplay it to the point where it's grating on my ears. I never was a huge fan of Journey in general, although I do like Stone in Love, Who's Crying Now, Girl Can't Help It, and City of the Angels (my blog's namesake!))

Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers (Tom Petty (RIP)'s voice has never been one that I've absolutely loved, but he still did put out some great songs, like Breakdown, You Got Lucky, Mary Jane's Last Dance, and Refugee)

Don't Really Like But Will Listen To (and by that, I mean I only like one or two of their songs, or if I'm stuck in a waiting room or something and genuinely don't have a choice)

AC/DC (never really liked their sound, only song of theirs I genuinely like is Highway to Hell, although I think Angus Young is a fantastic guitarist and Bon Scott was one of the greatest rock band frontmen, it's a shame we lost him so soon)

KISS (all their songs except for Beth pretty much sound the same and it's pretty irritating, although I still find them listenable. I do like I Was Made for Loving You, but that's pretty much it)

The B-52s (Love Shack is one of the cheesiest and most obnoxious songs I have ever heard and I immediately change the station when it comes on. A lot of their other stuff isn't really enjoyable for me either, but I do like Roam)

Bon Jovi (Livin on a Prayer is right up there with Don't Stop Believing as one of the most overplayed and annoying 80s anthems ever. Along with that, I just never really liked their overall sound or Jon Bon Jovi's voice, although I do like Runaway)

Lynyrd Skynyrd (Simple Man and What's Your Name are okay but I just never really cared for this band. I also can't take Sweet Home Alabama seriously anymore because of how it became meme material)

ZZ Top (I never really enjoyed their sound that much, I also can't take them seriously anymore because of how my mother once said they looked like a group of child m*lesters)

The Beach Boys (their musical catalogue is almost purely 60s surfer corniness and that's not really my cup of tea, and I don't really like that many of their songs to be considered a fan. I do love Good Vibrations and Little Saint Nick though)

The Monkees (I just never really got into this group to the point where I genuinely enjoy their music, sorry)

The Kinks (Catch Me Now I'm Falling may be the only song I enjoy by them, really. Also, I think Lola is incredibly obnoxious)

DO NOT LIKE, PERIOD:

Guns and Roses (sorry, but I just cannot get past Axl Rose's whiny, screechy vocals, and I want to rip out my eardrums whenever I hear anything by them, especially their cover of Live and Let Die and the two songs they always play on the radio, Welcome to the Jungle and Sweet Child O' Mine)

Dire Straits (I just do not like the sound of this group at all, I'd much rather be listening to music from Sesame Street)

Talking Heads (they're just awful IMO, and Burning Down the House is one of my least favorite songs from the 80s)

Red Hot Chili Peppers (again, awful and really tacky)

The Ramones (I never liked their sound, and from what I've heard, all their songs are repetitive and bland and they sound really unenergetic, but maybe that's just me)

**Please keep in mind that this is solely based on my opinion, and I don't expect any of you to agree with me 100%. Please don't be rude when replying or reblogging, thank you!**

#there are a few bands that technically aren't rock in there #i intended for this to be just classic rock originally but then abba got swept in there #and since they are one of my all time favorite groups I couldn't help but add a few more pop groups in there #there's also not a lot of hair bands in there since i'm not a hair band person #classic rock #im not tagging all the bands

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