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lnlightning81 · 21 days

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Family Friend [PG10]

Summary : You and Pierre had been dating for a while but the last thing you expected was to see a picture of you kissing on social media. Except that's not how your brother's found out it was him.

Pairing : Pierre Gasly x Leclerc!Reader

Warnings: Google Translate French

When you woke up that morning, the last thing you expected to see was a billion text messages from only three people. Charles, Arthur, and Lorenzo. Reading through the texts, they were all variations of

You looked down with Pierre’s arm tightly wrapped around your waist. You opened the Twitter well now X app to see millions of pictures of yourself kissing a guy -Pierre- explaining all the texts from your brothers. Your face dropped as you shook Pierre awake

‘When were you going to tell us?’

‘Who is that?’

‘What the hell Y/N’

“Amour? Qu’est-ce qui ne va pas?” (Love? What’s wrong?) He asked, voice deep and full of sleep

“We’ve been caught. There’s pictures of us kissing. My brother’s have already seen it” You panicked as he pulled you closer now more awake.

“Chérie. Take a deep breath.” (Darling) You copied his breathing. Your head placed against his chest, his heartbeat against your ear resting right above his heart, relaxing you more.

“I guess. I miss your blonde hair” You changed the subject as you always did when you panicked.

“Now let’s see this picture?” He muttered, taking your phone and looking at it

“Okay. So it’s just a picture of you kissing someone. It’s also a very old picture Chérie” He rubbed your arm gently with his hand

“You’re changing the subject. This could be anyone in this picture, so let’s continue with our plans of a day on the boat. There’s gonna be other people there, so let’s get ready for that” You nodded, kissing his jaw.

An hour later, you were following Pierre onto Charles’ boat after not answering any of your brother’s texts. Lando thankfully followed behind you so it didn’t look too suspicious. Not that he knew that you were using him to hide your panic.

“Look who finally showed up” Charles rolled his eyes, and you dropped your head

“It’s an old picture. I promise. I was like nineteen in those pictures. Like four years ago” you sighed, sitting down next to Pierre. It's more like you had been hiding your relationship for four years. It was perfect. You got to quarantine together and just pretend it was because Pierre’s house offer had fallen through. Well, it had, but he definitely could have got another.

“Qu'est ce qui ne vas pas chez toi?” (What is wrong with you?) Arthur asked Charles, pushing him aside and wrapping his arms around you from behind. Being just a year younger than Arthur, you had always been close. He was more interested in who it was to annoy you about it than Charles, who wanted to kill whoever it was. Lorenzo just wanted to be nosey and know all the details. A little longer, you were talking about stories of your childhood with the Leclerc brothers. Pierre had left to go to the bathroom and then get the next round of drinks.

“Y/N started a fight once, and it got a little too violent” Arthur laughed, and you shook your head

“I did not start the fight. I joined in on the fight and got violently attacked” you replied, rolling his eyes

“Violently attacked?” Lando asked, and you nodded

“Enzo pushed Cha. Who fell into me, and I went through the glass table. Maman was not happy. I broke her glass table but was even less amused when she realised I was bleeding” You looked at Arthur, who was sitting on the other side of you.

“It’s a nice scar now. One for the history books” Arthur laughed

“What scar?” Pierre asked, handing you a glass of wine as he took his seat back next to you, his hand instinctively going to your thigh, which was hidden by the table you were sitting at.

“The one from going through the table when the boys were fighting”

“The one on your right ribs?” He asked, and you nodded. He paused only now, just realising what had left his mouth. Shit.

“Que viens-tu de dire?” (What did you just say?) Charles asked, standing up and rounding the side of the table

“I didn’t” He shrugged, and you rolled your eyes

“It’s not exactly hidden, is it?” You asked with a shrug

“I’m sure Lando even knew it was there” you added, and Lando shook his head

“Of course you didn’t” This really wasn’t how you wanted your relationship to come out. Your leg bouncing under the table. Arthur took your hand, giving it a squeeze, knowing exactly how this was about to go. Arthur had definitely pieced it together today, and he didn’t care.

“C'est bon. Il s'en remettra” He whispered in your ear as Charles continued to go off on Pierre for getting with his little sister. You stood up, pushing Charles back

“Shut up! Charles. You’re not my keeper. No wonder I spent the last twenty-three years hiding all of my relationships. Including this one. Pierre looks after me, Charles. More than you ever had during your travelling. It’s all I’m the best with you. Arthur’s never been good enough, I’ve never been good enough. So stop it, will you?” You shook your head walking inside the boat, Pierre, following behind you. His arms wrapped around your waist as your hands rested against the counter. Your head fell back onto his chest as you tried to hold back your tears. His head resting on your shoulder.

“Amour. Je t'aime et je t'aimerais toujours” (Love. I love you and always will) He kissed your neck softly as his thumbs gently rubbed against your hips.

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beenbaanbuun · 7 days

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hi i wanna ask if dove ever fought with seonghwa or hongjoong like full on disagreeing and just arguing? and what was it like ^____^ i really love ur Addams!Matz fic and seeing you post smth new related to it makes my day!

darling has tiny arguments with hongjoong on a semi-regular basis. despite her tendency to roll over and submit, she’s actually surprisingly hard headed and if hongjoong claims that she broke a rule that she doesn’t agree with, then she is going to give that man hell. the problem is, hongjoong is equally as stubborn and it sometimes ends up with the house being a full on war zone. snarky comments over a game of chess, silent glares over dinner; it’s just an all round hostile environment and seonghwa just tends to be on the sidelines watching it all go down.

“you can’t move your piece there,” hongjoong deadpans as he watches you do an illegal chess move. normally he’d just laugh it off and gently correct you, but he can’t find it in himself to do that when his blood is still boiling from that mornings conversation.

“well if you can make up rules, then so can i,” you fold your arms in defiance and hongjoong finds himself seething. if he were calmer, he’d drag you over his lap and teach you a lesson about being a brat, but just like you had your rules, they had theirs. no punishments out of anger was a pretty important one; they didn’t want to end up hurting you whilst getting their frustrations out. “and i say i want to put my castle there…”

it usually ends up with seonghwa having to step into the metaphorical firing line, because hell below, he and yeosang are sick and tired of it! the constant back and forth has driven the two of them to insanity and if he has to put a stop to it himself then he absolutely will. seonghwa isn’t a believer in anger, and so he will make them sit down and air out their grievances in a calm and collected manner. he’ll even implement a talking stick of absolutely necessary. as long as the two of them aren’t at odds by the time they slip themselves beneath the comforter or their bed, seonghwa will be happy.

for that very reason, darling and seonghwa almost never argue. if she doesn’t agree with seonghwa on anything, he will just nod and offer to talk it through with her when he’s less busy. sometimes she agrees and step down, but sometimes it’s clear that she’s looking for a fight and she tries to push it further. it’s infuriating because no matter how hard she tries, seonghwa just keeps his cool and answers her as if it’s any other conversation. he knows she only does it when she’s in a bad mood, so his first port of call is usually tackling whatever it is that’s getting you down.

“but i just don’t understand how it’s fair,” you snarl, your pacing coming to a stop right in front of where he sits on the chez. he doesn’t even look at you as you growl out your words, and it drives you mad. you stomp your foot in frustration, the loud noise irritating the man just ever-so-slightly. he lets out a deep sigh.

“i said we’ll talk about it later, lamb,” he hums with disinterest as he flicks over the page of his book. you’re fuming above him, chest rising and falling heavily as you glare at him. he lets his gaze flick up to your face, an unimpressed look resting on his features. “what? are you looking for an argument or something? you know i won’t give you one so why don’t you come and sit with me until you’ve calmed down.”

#ateez x reader #matz x reader #opposites attract universe

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jacktoria4ever · 9 months

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Norman Fucking RockWell-a blurb for my main man Rafe Cameron😩. they’re in an argument about wtv you chose and Rafe gets mad and starts breaking stuff, scaring the reader and with a fluffy ending. If you want to, thanks love<3

I was a bit stumped on this but it's okay

What Happened To Us?

Rafe Cameron x fem!Reader

Warnings: ANGSTY ANGST...., fluff, yeeting of objects..., bad ending, crying, rafe being scary, topper being bestie, I already said fluff but FLUFFY ENDING

A/n: thank you for requesting this Love 😘😘😘 Also not me staring at the gif for 5 mins straight 🫣 lowk me just tryna figure out the layout of his apt so I know how to get to the bathroom when I move in...it's a joke. No it's not. Also I changed the name of this one like 20 times so....just ignore it if it has a bad name...

You were on the floor crying while Rafe was yelling louder than he ever had before. You were slightly surprised and also relieved you hadn't gotten a noise complaint yet. You were almost entirely positive Rafe hadn't paid any attention to how you looked, a curled up, terrified, shaking mess. You were scared and it was evident in the way you were shying away from every little move he made while yelling at you. You don't even remember why this argument started anymore. All you knew was you wanted to get out of here as soon as possible.

"Why did you do it!? Huh? What? Are you not going to talk now?" He asked too aggressive for your liking.

You just sat there suddenly remembering why this all started in the first place.

at a party earlier that night

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"Hey, Y/n, right?" A random guy said whilst walking toward you. You didn't recognize him so you thought he must be a touron. Except a touron wouldn't know your name, so who was this?

"Ummm...? Who are you?" You asked wanting to just walk away to find your boyfriend.

"I'm one of Rafe's friends. He told me to come find you." He said suspiciously in a manner you didn't believe. You know all of Rafe's friends, even Barry so him saying this confused you.

What you didn't know was Rafe was watching this encounter thinking you were flirting because from across the room your scared, awkward smile look friendly and inviting, but it wasn't. He thought you were finally trying to find someone better than him after all he's done. What he didn't know was you were occasionally trying to look around for him but didn't succeed at all.

You learned the guy's name is chez. Where he got that name, you're not sure. All you know was you wanted out of there as soon as possible.

You still refused to follow him to Rafe because you didn't know his true intentions. Rafe on the other hand thought he knew your true intentions which weren't true at all.

After you politely denied several times and stated that if Rafe wanted you, he could come get you on his own. Chez didn't like that you didn't want to follow him so he tried to lay a hand on you. You quickly ran away, ironically right into Topper, Rafe's best friend. When you asked if he knew Chez and when he said no you got even more suspicious of him.

"Topper, can you take me home?" You asked, already knew the answer. Topper was like a brother to you, he would do anything to make his 'little sister' happy. Plus he was deemed the DD tonight.

"Yeah, of course. Why? Did something happen with this Chez guy? Or Rafe? What happened, Y/n?" He asked in a kind if rapid-fire manner.

"No, nothing happened, I'm just kinda tired and I want to be home." You say lightly not wanting the interrogation to go on longer than it has.

He just silently agreed and walked you to his truck.

"Did you tell Rafe you were going home?" He asked to make sure his best friend knew he was taking his girlfriend home.

"No, he would've wanted to come with...I just wanted to be alone. Please don't tell him, Top. I'm trusting you for a reason right now." You said quickly, knowing he wouldn't tell rafe anyway if you hadn't already.

"Y/n, I wont, I promise. He won't know." He assured with a hug as he puts his truck in park after arriving at your house.

"Thanks, Top. You're a real one." You say jokingly.

"Of course, Y/n. And I know I'm a real one. You wouldn't like me if I wasn't." He jokes along.

"Who said I like you now?" You continue on with the joke as you unlock your front door while waving goodbye to Topper. "Thanks again, Topper!" You shout lightly while walking in.

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Back to present

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"you were flirting with that guy, huh?!?" He yells at tou once again.

"Rafe-"

"No, let me talk! Who was that? Why were you smiling at him? Tell me!" He screamed loudly at you while shoving one of your favorite vases from a table to the floor. Not one of your favorites now. You flinched. He didn't notice and kept yelling 'tell me' over and over again

"Rafe, listen to me. He was a Creep. Trying to get me to follow h- him because he- he said you were friends and I- I didn't believe him so I kept stalling s- so he would forget why he came to ta- talk to me and then he l- laid a hand on my arm an- and I j- just ran away an- and I asked topper to take me home...I'm sorry." You said through broken sobs and suddenly his violent dark eyes softened.

He immediately kneeled down and hugged me. "Baby, I'm so sorry, I didn't know. It looked like you were enjoying his company because I was kind of preoccupied. I'm so sorry sweetheart. Did I scare you at all?" He asked worried.

You nodded lightly not wanting to move much.

"Aw, baby, I'm so sorry. You wanna go take a shower while I clean up my mess?" He asked while looking at your puffy, tear-stained face. He just wanted to have you relax now.

You nodded again. Still not wanting to move that much but you had to now.

He helped you up and gave you a kiss on the forehead and started to walk away to get the broom.

You slowly got up and walked to the bathroom to take a shower and when you walked out your favorite movie was playing on your TV and a note on your pillow that said:

Dear, Y/n. You have no idea how much I love you. I'm so sorry about scaring you earlier. I'm on the couch. I'll leave you alone for the night. – Yours, Rafe

You read it and wanted him in here immediately but you knew he wouldn't budge if you tried so you just went to bed.

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chezforshire · 2 years

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Hey so I just now read your comic about a year of having chronic pain, done back in July. I totally relate and I adore it but also, intentional or not, you mapped out your pain in a way that also points to specific Trigger Point referral areas. A lot of doctors and tests will ignore these, and exercises may make trigger points worse, not better. If you haven't yet (I haven't skimmed through all of your blog since then) and you have the funds, you may want to consider seeing a neuromuscular massage therapist who specializes in trigger point therapy, it could be helpful.

I've been an active licensed massage therapist for over ten years, this is a SpIn of mine, and I do and have had done the treatment myself. Sometimes insurance covers it and sometimes they don't, but I often find people on my table "as a last resort" because they've tried everything else and are now trying to avoid surgery.

Feel free to dismiss for any reason of course! Especially if this is already something you looked into. I hope I haven't broken any of your boundaries on this.

ive never heard of that! ive done dry needling which was fun but not very effective. ill ask my doctor abt this, thanks for the info!!!

#chersonal #chez answers

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sgiandubh · 3 months

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Welcome to the shitshow

We have:

A ✈ sighting. No pics.

The MPC live, scarce details. No rings. Spartan decor. Suntan and out of Bonnie Scotland. No further details on destination, which might or might not be the same as the flight. Mark me, I think it is - he is in Gran Canaria and for a very precise reason: keeping his part of the deal and his Onlies on tenterhooks.

C is seen in Marseille, hullaballoo ensues. We pinpoint some coincidental details. I was expecting the shite to hit the fan in 4, 3, 2, 1...

And it did. With both sopranos hinting at the same person, but only one brave (or rather foolish enough) to push a name out there. Disingenuous, to say the least - but oh, how convenient for any given agenda. Because it's too easy, when you give out a name to a thirsty crowd to say: 'well, of course it's because of the shippers! They did this or that (sky is the limit)! They are to blame!' (excuse me?) and 'well, of course they won't say a word, now' (how convenient if the thing does not stick, eventually).

That was, IMHO, a strategic mistake and the petticoat is showing across the pond.

Around the same time, I started to get a different kind of Anon, day after day after day. Very brutal. Foul-mouthed. And...with some intel. I answered the first, but then when things started to 'happen', the coin dropped very quickly that: a) I did hit a nerve and b) someone or some people wanted me to push this particular agenda - remember when...?

For reference:

And then today, just in time for the long, boring, chilly and even snowy (depending on your location) week-end, the bomb dropped and the cargo was juicy:

A name. A woman. A gym. Not one, but three suspicious videos: the one with the leg, the one with the clear voice (unmistakably S!) and the one with the dog (and more S voiceover). How nicely connected. How fucking perfect.

An Airbnb close to the gym. What would a single woman traveler do in a three-bedroom gargantuan villa all by herself, when you are in Winterbird Central with a bajillion other accommodation options, is beyond any logic. So easily and lazily - OMG, date!

Unless...

Unless you conveniently forget some details:

Not one, but three different promos/endorsements, with a discount code to boot - 10% off, how nice!

The one that has been discussed by just about everyone:

The one that provided the discount code for new subscribers: Gymshark, a fitness attire manufacturer (https://eu.gymshark.com/).

And the most important one, hiding behind a humble hashtag: #metcon. Now I don't know you, but I'd rather digress about tea parlors and bookstores, and so had no fucking idea Metcon was, in fact...

Yup. Nike. A very recent model - expensive and sure, in need of immediate product placement/promo:

And so, for tax reasons, she just had to (mandatorily) include the #ad (as in advertisement, lest we'd not have naive Anons again!) hashtag.

Also, this, posted along the short reel with S's voice (but who cared, all 👂were there and only there):

That woman was working. She has, after all, 450k Insta followers. If she and S met at a gym in a winter destination very sought after by Scots should be none of our business. If they met again or have a regular training schedule does not mean they fuck or that we're going to look out for Remarkable Week-end 2.0. If they met in Hyrox GLA - so what? What is this, I beg your pardon, Gilead? People just can't hang out, like ever, I mean men and women?

🙄

But.. but... the gargantuan villa...?

Och. Sure enough, the place is correctly identified. You can check chez Marple. I am not posting it, because I do not want to and by now, I trust just about everyone has seen those pics. But this time, I am not going there. The name of that villa, even, made me laugh like a drain. I mean how more in your face can they be?

Who footed the bill of this rather comfy PR shitshow, reminiscing of Ha-wa-wee, 🐰 and whatever else you could think of? SRH?

Perhaps. But what if Nike did, as a freebie to a very good promoter? They sure can spare the dime and, to be honest, as we speak, there is no sign S and her share anything else than a gym schedule. What tells us with absolute certainty, at least at this moment in time, she is not there with friends, family or even a group of fellow promoters, Avon-style?

Oh, and the world is definitely a handkerchief, especially in GLA, it would seem. Wanna know who also follows her on Insta?

Paul Donnelly. Nope, not the chef. This Paul Donnelly:

The one who literally owes S a shitload of cash. A post that earned me a report (I was just explaining, if I remember correctly, that S would have been wise to legally secure that hefty loan, nothing more).

And now you know what? That post is gone, vanished, poof and I have no idea why. I surely did not take it down, I never do this.

And surely enough, just before I started writing, Filthy Anon came back and warned me there was more (pics, 👅👄) about McFitness. Surely enough, the same info (albeit toned down) was picked up by *urv in her comments' thread, about twenty minutes after Anon dropped by.

Agenda, anyone? God forbid!

You draw your own conclusions. I can only very honestly say:

Welcome to the Shitshow - the Winter Edition!

This page is not going to follow blindly your script, whoever you are. This page simply hopes to cleverly hit a nerve every time it considers necessary. Other than that, big effing deal, really. Ship on.

Sorry for the length. I was never good at summing up.

#fandom #shitshow

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mama-29 · 2 months

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After several months of absence following an accident I was going to go back to high school. I phoned my best friend. We had worked together on a presentation before my accident. Since then we hadn’t seen each other. She picked up the phone. My throat was tight. We had finished our evening work in a very ... pleasant way with great pleasure.

She answered me by saying, is it you? Yes I’ll be back tomorrow.

She said, It’s really wonderful

I could show you the result of our work!

I have so much breast pain right now, but I don’t blame you. It’s so wonderful if you knew!

We hung up. I didn’t quite understand the relationship with her breasts and our presentation—

The next day I arrived at the entrance of the school. She was waiting for me. I stopped sharp, eyes wide open! She was .... Pregnant! So pregnant! And her breasts so huge and tight! I got her pregnant the first night! But she was so happy and grateful. Her belly was so round and big.

She approached me and whispered in my ear: I missed you so much, darling. Let’s go home and make up for lost time in my room...

She lowered her head looking at my pants. She smiled and told me I think you are willing to come inside me...

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Après plusieurs mois d'absence suite un accident j'allais retourner au lycée. J'ai téléphoner à ma meilleure amie. Nous avions travaillé ensemble sur un exposé avant mon accident. Depuis nous ne nous étions pas vue. Elle a décroché le téléphone. Ma gorge était serrée. Nous avions terminé notre soirée de travail d'une façon très ... agréable avec beaucoup de plaisir.

Elle m'a répondu en me disant, c'est toi ? Oui je reviens demain.

Elle m'a dit, C'est vraiment merveilleux

Je pourrais te montrer le résultat de notre travail !

J'ai tellement mal aux seins en ce moment, mais je ne t'en veux pas. C'est tellement merveilleux si tu savais !

Nous avons raccroché. Je ne comprenais pas trop le rapport avec ses seins et notre exposé...

Le lendemain je suis arrivé à l'entrée du lycée. Elle m'attendait. Je me suis arrêté net, les yeux grand ouvert ! Elle était .... Enceinte ! Tellement enceinte ! Et ses seins tellement énorme et serré ! Je l'avais mise enceinte le premier soir ! Mais elle était tellement heureuse et reconnaissante. Son ventre était si rond et gros.

Elle ses approché de moi et m'a murmuré à l'oreille : tu m'as tellement manqué mon chéri. Rentrons chez moi rattraper le temps perdu dans ma chambre...

Elle baissa la tête en regardant mon pantalon. Elle sourit et me dit je crois que tu est disposé à venir en moi...

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submissivegayfrenchboy · 2 months

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Can you imagine being a fart sniffer for Oscar Isaac?

ASK ANSWERED : OSCAR ISAAC'S BUTT

Is that even a question? I mean, who wouldn't?! Apparently Oscar Isaac seems to be so popular that there is even a Tumblr fanpage about it, which i think is great 🥵

He is an amazing actor, very talented 😁 as good-looking with and without his beard

His ass seems thick 😋

Imagine this big ass sitting on your face 🙏

You obviously chosed these pics of him for me to be inspired by it 😋

🇫🇷 FRANÇAIS / FRENCH 🇫🇷

HISTOIRE FICTIVE PERSONNELLE

HUMILIÉ PAR UNE CÉLÉBRITÉ #75

OSCAR ISAAC

ÊTRE LE SIÈGE DE VÉLO D'OSCAR ISAAC

Tu n'aurais jamais dû faire l'erreur de déplaire à ton patron, fabriquant de siège de vélo. Énervé que tu ai ruiné le lot dont tu devais t'occuper, il appela secrètement un ami qui était spécialisé dans les machines de transformation. Ils t'ont enfermé dans la machine à transformer et ils l'ont relié à la machine qui s'occupait de mouler les sièges de vélos.

Quand tu en es sorti, tu étais devenu un siège de vélo humain ! Tu fut installé sur un vélo, tu ne pouvais plus bouger mais tu pouvais encore voir, entendre et respirer. Le hasard fit que tu fut acheté par le magnifique acteur Oscar Isaac, et qu'il adorait faire du vélo. Tu as alors vu l'énorme cul d'Oscar Isaac s'écraser sur ta tête, enfin ce qui était désormais sa selle de vélo.

L'énorme cul s'est posé et tu pouvais sentir le poids de ses fesses comme si elles étaient sur ton visage.

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Très gazeux et espérant évacuer son gaz naturel en faisant du vélo, il s'est mis à péter et tu as été obligé de tout renifler ! Le poids et l'odeur était horrible, mais tu te rassurais en disant qu'au moins tu appartenais à un célèbre acteur qui ne serait pas toujours chez lui, et qui en plus était très beau.

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OSCAR ISAAC : "Oh je compte refaire du velo, ce siège est aussi confortable qu'un vrai visage humain ! J'adore pouvoir péter dessus !"

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Pourtant, il te trouva si confortable qu'il t'a fait déplacer pour être mis en salle de son vélo de sport, tu étais donc contraint de renifler son cul suant ! Tu avais comme une bouche, tu absorbais sa sueur de cul et il trouva cela magique. Désormais, il te faisais essayer à ses invités et il t'utilisais en siège de vélo à l'extérieur.

Tu passas ainsi le reste de ta vie à être utilisé comme siège de vélo pour le gros cul gazeux d'Oscar Isaac, sans jamais pouvoir être reprendre ton corps normal.

FIN DE L'HISTOIRE

Avez vous préféré un des rôles d'Oscar Isaac ? Pour moi c'est le Roi Jean d'Angleterre dans Robin des Bois (2010)

🇬🇧🇺🇸 ENGLISH / ANGLAIS 🇬🇧🇺🇸

HUMILIATED BY A CELEBRITY #75

OSCAR ISAAC

BEING OSCAR ISAAC’S BIKE SEAT

You should never have made the mistake of displeasing your boss, a bicycle seat manufacturer. Pissed that you ruined the batch you were supposed to take care of, he secretly called a friend who specialized in processing machines. They locked you in the converting machine and connected it to the machine that molded bicycle seats.

When you came out, you had become a human bicycle seat! You were placed on a bike, you could no longer move but you could still see, hear and breathe.

As luck would have it, you were bought by the magnificent actor Oscar Isaac, and he loved cycling.

You then saw Oscar Isaac's huge ass crash into your head, finally what was now his bike saddle. The huge ass landed and you could feel the weight of his ass as if it were on your face.

Very gassy and hoping to vent his natural gas by riding his bike, he started farting and you had to sniff it all!

PPPPPPpppppppRRRRRRRRrrtrrrrrTTTTTttttttttt!!!!!!!!

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PPPPPppppppppprrrrrrrrppRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrtrrsssssttttrrrTTTTTttttttrrrrrrrrttt!!!!!!!!

OSCAR ISAAC : "That's great, I can't smell anything of my own gas! Such a great bike!"

The weight and the smell were horrible, but you reassured yourself by saying that at least you belonged to a famous actor who wouldn't always be at home, and who was also very handsome.

PPPPPPpppppppppoppRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrtrrrrrTTTTTttttttrrrrrrrrttt!!!!!!!!

PPPPPppppppppprrrrrrrrppRRRPPPPPPpppppppppoppRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrtrrrrrTTTTTttttttrrrrrrrrttt!!!!!!!!

OSCAR ISAAC : "I think I'll do more bike from now on, it's like this seat was an actual face!"

PPPPPppppppppprrrrrrrrppRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrtrrsssssttttrrrTTTTTttttttrrrrrrrrttt!!!!!!!!

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PPPPPppppppppprrrrrrrrppRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrtrrsssssttttrrrTTTTTttttttrrrrrrrrttt!!!!!!!!

However, he found you so comfortable that he had you moved to the gym of his sports bike, so you were forced to sniff his sweaty ass!

You had a mouth, you absorbed his ass sweat and he found it magical.

From now on, he had his guests try you out and he used you as a bike seat outside. So you spent the rest of your life being used as a bicycle seat for Oscar Isaac's big gassy ass, without ever being able to return to your normal body.

END OF THE STORY

Is there a role you prefered of Oscar Isaac? Mine is King John of England in Robin Hood

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(I look too deep into anything, I know) Something I really like about Boom is their own unique way of having self-respect. Especially in episodes where the main characters silently leave the other main character in what they're doing. For example: the Episode, Chez Amy. It kinda shows that the main characters will have fun doing things for a good reasons, you could actually see Sonic and everyone else genuinely enjoying themselves working for Amy at first. They supported her. They agreed, well, to an extent. Still, when she started to let the competition get to her head, they started to not enjoy it. Knowing that Amy wasn't driven by the people anymore, but more by how many come into her restaurant gave a lot of morale decay / depth for the decision of leaving Amy. Like how everyone kinda decided to confront her before she kinda fell too far down the rabbit-hole. I like to believe that Sonic realized first that her demeanor changed, and so is the reasons she was doing this. Kinda helping the implication of his confrontation, "Amy, do you even know why you're doing this anymore?" Her answer proved their relationship with themselves. They had enough self-respect to walk away and not care anymore. Plus, the line "Amy, we don't want to work for you." Shows that the characters' know what they want, and they're not going to be brought down or stepped on because someone else wants something. Sonic Boom was really made for our age-group, it's like a subtle reminder about validation. Just because you don't want to do this anymore, doesn't mean you have to. You got a choice. What I like about the messages of Sonic series'.

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t-h-i-n-g · 1 year

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“You make it kinda hard not to stare.”

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(jacob black x reader)

-chapter three- series-masterlist

summary: some people’s chip choices are just plain weird.

word count: 2.4k

warnings: awkward reunion (please trust the process guys they won’t always be so god damn awkward I swear) also ignore how shitty my writing is in this one. I’ve been in a car for 6+ hours and that’s when I’ve been writing this my mind is a little scrambled.

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“I never knew there could be so many off brand knock offs of Doritos,” you mumbled. “I mean come on ‘Not your chez,’ ‘cheesy chips,’ ‘papa cheddar,’ when does it end?”

“When the world does,” Edward sighed, taking a step next to you. His hands were in his pockets, figure slightly slouched. Bella approached next, taking in the colorful variety of almost borderline copyrighted snacks.

“Come to the next aisle. You’d be surprised by how many types of potato chips there are.” Humming you grasped a red bag into your hands and examined it. Bella brushed herself against Edwards sleeve, leaning back into him gently to which he did not protest.

“‘Flavor so good it will knock your socks off,’ Julia Simmons says. Well wow, guess I’ll have to blame Julia if these are ass,” you stated, tossing the chips into your basket. “What else is required for a Cullen movie night?” You asked looking back at Edward. His hand was placed at the base of Bellas back as he steered her to check out another entirely atrocious name for a Cheeto.

“Uhm,” the boy seemed to draw a blank. Brows furrowing, he looked at Bella like she was the expert on this subject. She rose her own at him, a slightly amused smile playing on her lips. Nose scrunching you watched the interaction not being able to shake the feeling that you were being left out of some sort of inside joke. Scanning the row, quickly Edward reached randomly for an interesting looking package and handed it to you, “…These,” he answered with a rather unconfident tone.

Your eyebrows rose and you looked at him unsure.

“The Cullens like to have… ‘Cola Chicken Crisps’ at their movie nights?”

Bella’s hand flew up to hide her snort. Clearing his throat Edward nodded.

“My sister has a weird craving for them every now and then,” he insisted.

“Sure…” you trailed off, hesitantly placing the bag into the basket.

Turning around swiftly, you turned to the next aisle. Not fussing too much on the hushed whispers that were sounding behind you as you went.

Bella had picked you up a half hour or so after her text. Thank god you didn’t wash your hair or it would’ve been a frizzy mess by now. Edward was a guest you were not expecting when watching his car pull up into your driveway. Bella waved to you with her signature tight lipped smile as you peered through your kitchen window. Not expecting to be leaving your residence, you rushed to pull on a pair of shoes.

Once you grabbed your bag and sat down onto the overly comfortable leather seats, the plans for the day were announced.

Edward stated some of his siblings were having a movie night which Bella was invited to and being the oh so considerate person she is, she asked if you could tag along. It was then after she asked she texted you.

There wasn’t much of a protest from you. Being familiar with the Cullen siblings was a definite help. A handful of times Bella and Edward had forced you to be acquainted by the pale lot. There was nothing that caused you to say no when the offer was presented.

Well none but the fact Rosalie high key tried using some sort of intimidation tactic on you more than once, which definitely worked. But the longer you knew the girl and the more you learned about her the fear slowly faded. Maybe it was still slightly present but that’s just details.

Edrard had greeted you with a quiet greeting as you entered the vehicle. You hesitated to answer however as there was a faint knowingness and doubt in his eyes.

Bella must have told him something.

Not dwelling on it too much you replied, buckling your seatbelt. Edward had pulled into the road, turning soon after into a local grocery store to pick up snacks. Though even if it was his idea he was not doing a lot of shopping himself. Looking lost he walked down aisles, always trailing behind Bella as she searched for things that interested her.

This isn’t the first time Edward had some something strange. Edward, you have learned, himself is just plain weird as it is. He’s a weirdo. Many of his actions are always thought through but at the same time unnatural if that makes any sense at all. But everything he does on his own makes no sense at all. The way he acted was a mystery on its own.

Forks as a whole was a weird town. Many people acquainted with the place seemed nervy and had their little quirks.

However you weren’t really one to judge as you too had your quirks. Just none of them were bad to the point where they had to do with eating chips that had chicken in their name.

Shaking your head from the thought forcefully, you busied yourself with any other slightly half decent option available.

Jacob had mixed feelings about going into town.

On one hand there were instances where he could spend time with some friends at movie theaters and watch Quil nearly shit his pants at the Scream movie on Halloween. Or he can go to the arcade and see Paul almost get kicked out for getting too physical with the pinball machine.

Those were fun, sure.

But what isn't fun, is shopping. Specifically shopping alone. Even waiting for his dad to pick out what kind of noodles he wants even though he gets the same one every single time would be better than wallowing aimlessly through the aisles all on his lonesome.

Okay maybe he does have some sort of sense of direction as the list Billy gave him is his compass.

He wanted today to be a chill day. To just sit and lounge on the couch and the only movement he would be obligated to do was his own thumb, picking through the different channels with the remote.

But no.

Today is grocery day. Just like every second Saturday of every month.

The typical things were on Billy’s list. Milk, eggs, those wierd chips that smell like fish, and other necessities that will get the Black household through the next full moon.

Sighing to himself softly, Jacob picked up some strawberries and placed it in the cart. A handful of different produce already found it’s home in the metal enclosure. Taking out a pen and the slip of paper, Jacob clicked the ball point, pursing his lips while looking over the chicken scratch to see wich item looked the most like ‘strawberries.’

It was a shame Billy couldn’t make it today. The man stated he was sore and didn’t want the hassle of getting in and out of the truck to rest on his bones on top of the already apparent ache.

Jacob, being the loyal son he is, sacrificed his sanity to fulfill his fathers wish without a second thought.

However the feeling of lonesomeness never left his body. Jacob felt uncomfortable walking past the automatic doors when he first arrived. His heart rate picking up for unknown reasons as he set foot into the partially muggy atmosphere. It was almost as if something was itching him from the inside out.

Pushing the feeling deep down he focused on the the task at hand. Getting those disgusting weird ass chips his padre wanted.

This wasn’t cool at all.

It was times like this you knew being a third in any Bella’s and Edwards plans would be an automatic fail for anyone. The two had magically disappeared the moment you stepped out of their sight.

Panic settled into your bones at the thought that they abandoned you.

A finger sat between your teeth as you leaned back against a rack of lays orginals. Phone in hand you opened Bella’s contact.

Hey, where’d you guys go?

Biting across your nail anxiously you awaited for her response.

Just as when you went to hit the call button a notification sounded.

We went to the back to find something for supper. Meet you at the checkout?

Sure.

Pulling a 180 you followed the line of path to the cashier. When you went to text Bella again asking what her plan was for what to eat, you were cut off. Stepping back cautiously your phone nearly fell from your hand. The cart being the instigator at fault paused and it’s owner peered around the corner.

Just your luck.

It felt like your eyes widened comically. An apology hung up in your throat as Jacobs expression mirrored your own.

Just his luck.

He wanted a day to think. Just to process all of the recent events by himself. Why did he have to care so much about dumb groceries. He should have asked if he could wait till tomorrow. Should’ve faked a sickeness of some kind.

Well actually…

Maybe it wasn’t so bad since he finally had a good proper chance to look at you. You were really…

Pretty.

The frame of your face was held at just the right angle, your eyes fit it so well. The beauty marks dotted on your skin were cute. The shade of your skin was an oh so perfect tone. Your eye lashes kissed your cheeks every time you blinked, shielding the color the color that surrounded your irises.

The ache that he felt dulled into a quiet and content thrum as the words he wished to say were lost.

He should probably say something. And stop looking looking like a gaping goldfish. But he didn’t need to say anything at all as you broke first.

“…H-hi?” You greeted, hesitantly. Clearing your throat, you tried to get rid of the lump that automatically formed when he came into sight.

Jacob looked almost scared at first. Shock evident in his features, his jaw clenched. Slowly the fear melted into something softer.

This was the last place you expected to see him. For the fact it was so soon as well was another thing.

A rather awkward atmosphere filled between you both. Jacob had yet to stop staring. It seemed he was taking his time to look at you. His eyes darted across your face.

If he could have a staring problem then you could too.

He was still as handsome as yesterday. However with closer inspection the bags under his eyes were more prominent.

“Are you okay?” You offered trying to break the tension wich was almost suffocating.

“W-what?” He asked. Like he didn’t hear you.

“Are you alright?” You tried again. Taking a second to answer, he nodded slowly almost as if he was trying to convince himself.

“Yeah… yeah I’m good.”

Biting your lip you looked around hoping something would pop out to tell you what else you should say.

“I’m really sorry,” Jacob suddenly blurted out. “For yesterday, yknow.”

“Oh no it’s fine. You didn’t do anything wrong,” you stated, with a dismissive wave of your hand.

“No, I should’ve stayed to… talk to you about it.”

There it is.

The unspoken moment you wanted to bury in a confused bundle to let it reminisce inside you for the rest of your days.

“Well I don’t even know what ‘it’ is, so it’s all alright.”

Another split second of panic washed over the boy before he concealed himself once more.

“Yeah… right.”

Screw the not wanting more time to think what the hell he was gonna do. How is he supposed to tell you you’re stuck with him for the rest of his life?

Never had Jacob ever felt at such a loss of words.

Never has he ever felt this much awkward tension with someone and he’s been stripped down to his underwear in front of Bella’s dad before.

This felt like next level shit.

He wished there was more time to explain. More time for him to understand his own feeling and ask you were you stand with yours.

But that’s another thing. He doesn’t even know you and yet he still feels like he’d step in front of a semi if you’d ask.

He wished he had the option to take things slow.

To start from the beginning properly and to not force anything.

Time, he just needs time to slow down.

He needs more time to think.

He needs more time to process.

He needs more time.

“Uh, yeah so-“ he stopped himself short. He could sense them before he could see them. All the jumbled thoughts in his head freezing in a single moment.

Jacob cut himself off, whipping his head around automatically just as Bella and Edward came into your view. Jacobs shoulders tensed.

The line “Well, you don’t like my lover Jacob and you don’t like me talking about him either so that’s why,” flashed over your mind from the previous night.

Bella was the first to speak.

“Jake, hey.”

The boy didn’t respond.

Though you couldn’t see his face you knew that there must have been a not so happy expression covering it.

Edward's hands still remained in his pockets as he rocked back on the balls of his feet.

“Out shopping?” He asked, tilting his head in the direction of Jacobs cart, an offer to plant some sort of civility.

“No, not at all,” Jacob joked but the way he presented the phrase made it sound not very humorous. Edwards jaw clenched ever so slightly.

And you thought your and Jacobs tension was bad.

“We were coming to get Y/n to check out. If you’re ready too Jake, you wanna come?” Bella offered. She obviously has been a peace keeper of these exchanges a handful of times before you noted. Both boys’ attention drew to her. For a moment it seemed she was having separate conversions with each of them.

“I just got to grab some chips then I’m good,” Jacob stated in a quieter less intense voice.

Your brows furrowed as he turned back to you as if the encounter you two just had never even happened. Carefully he stepped beside you and with the tips of his fingers, nudging you to the side with a quiet, ‘ ‘scuse me,’ falling from his lips. Fireworks danced on your skin from where he had touched while you watched as Jacobs face scrunched slightly at the contact. His shoulders relaxed then tensed again as he quickly grabbed a bag from behind you.

Tossing the snack into the cart he huffed out a breath and took hold of the bar.

His eyes met yours briefly before nudging his head in the direction behind him. Signaling for you to step ahead of him before he followed after you. Edward and Bella lead the way toward the register.

You nervously ran a hand across your arm, unsure about the way Jacobs mood and actions could swing from one pole to another so quickly.

The quiet squeak of the broken wheel on the cart preoccupied your senses in the meantime of your pondering.

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Thanks for answering this ask!

https://www.tumblr.com/chez-cinnamon/719960480675938304/mmyou-may-not-remember-mebut-we-interacted

I did left out a couple cuz my ADHD makes me forget-

1. What do you mean by "until the neighbors got used to it"? Are they afraid of the puppets,tried to kill them or anything along those lines?

2.What Time is this taking place?(modern,same date as when the show was cancelled,or maybe a foreign country)

3.I feel like Clyde and Sydney(two of my ocs) would help the married Bois to get together with howdy and tries to set them up from time to time(ends up being a mess most of the time). I wonder how would the three feel about that once they found out what their intentions are?

1 - By that I mean "getting used to having reanimated puppets made of weird ink walking around your town"; even after the first encounter, it was still a shock to see them around, some people coming back from trips to them and people who haven't seen their show. It can take time to get used to them to the point of trusting them to have them teach/hold events for their kids and help their businesses.

2 - The AU takes place in 2007, 33 years after the cancellation of Welcome Home! It's set in America, in a more countryside-esque state that is a 6-8 hour drive from the sea, somewhere that isn't very populated but has some decent towns and cities, just a lot of woodland (leaning towards Idaho but this is subject to change, idk sorry I'm not from America lmao)

3 - Awww how sweet of them! Frank and Eddie would really appreciate their help!!

#real world au #American followers help me w the state lmao

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Spark (2/8)

Arthur Morgan x fem!Reader - Enemies to Lovers

Series summary: An impulsive and reckless girl who stands for everything Arthur tries to overcome joins the gang. Even worse, she is related to Micah Bell. What starts off as a relationship of mistrust and hate slowly transforms into a beautiful, deeper connection, as both parties realise that there is more to the other person than what meets the eye at first.

Chapter 2 summary: Back in camp, you prove to be as horrible a gang member as Arthur feared. It's anything but pleasant when Dutch assignes the two of you to rob Chez Porter.

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1900 words, less than 10 minutes reading time

Something about you interested Arthur tremedously. He would try to explain it by telling himself he was watching out for the other gang members, because you were very clearly tormenting many of them. You were rude to the girls, who at first had tried to welcome you into their circle, but you refused with a snicker. You openly complained about Sadie mourning her husband so loudly. Pearson would get your complaints about his food every evening and you didn't hold back to insult anyone who approached you kindly. You obviously hadn’t planned on fitting it. This was even clearer when you set up your tent away from the rest, a few feet behind his own, between two trees in the thicket that was surrounding Horseshoe Overlook.

Arthur observed all of this, even though you barely were at camp. He had to hand it to you, you were a hard worker. While you complained about Pearson, you brought him rabbits or turkeys almost everyday and threatened him to make something good out of them. You always returned with as much firewood as your horse managed to carry and occasionally, when you thought nobody was watching, you handed some berries to Jack. Most importantly, and probably the reason why Dutch was so ready to welcome you, you put money in the shared box every day.

Micah’s good report about your character and your young and eager spirit had impressed Dutch. You found it sickening when Dutch praised you, but always smiled and agreed with whatever he said, something that Micah had implored you to do. It didn’t take long until you were held in high esteem by the leader. Arthur accepted this development as much as he accpeted Micah sucking up to Dutch since he first joined.

Nevertheless, you and Arthur clashed on multiple occasions.

Soon after your bank stage mission, Arthur checked the ledger. He had just put a couple of bucks into the gang’s funds, something he had managed to loot from O’Driscolls that had tried to rob him earlier this morning. The sun had just set, people were returning from their scoutings and jobs and with them came the buzzing of a group of people being ready for a couple of beers and calling it a day. Arthur, too, looked forward to a warm stew and a good night’s rest, when his eyes skimmed the numbers in the ledger. Something didn't add up.

"Y/N", he approached you determined.

"Ugh", you answered. It was late. You were tired from robbing a handful of people today and had retreated to your tent.

"I checked the ledger", Arthur went on, kepping his distance as you crawled out from your tent and stood up, making you feel a little taller when you stood opposite of him. Already by his posture you could see that he was about to complain. You despised this judgemental stance.

"Good for you", you replied, crossing your arms.

"Could it be that you missed a couple of bucks after the bankstage robbery?", he asked. He already knew the answer, but he wanted to see how you reacted.

"What business is it of yours?"

"I have already been reduced to the camp's debt collector by Herr Strauss, I don't mind beating up one more person that owes money", Arthur hissed in a low voice.

"Listen", you started, puffing out your chest, "apparently you can do the maths, so do me a favor and count up what I contributed the four days I've been here and compare it to the money a Swanson or this Uncle guy contributed the last years and you'll find that I have surpassed them by a lot. So I don't know why you keep bothering me."

Then you just crawled back into your tent, closing the flaps and waited for Arthur to go away.

Those and similar conversations started to become an almost daily occurence. You started to like disobeying small rules, only to see Arthur get all riled up. The double standard amused you. He could kick a Uncle out of his sleep, you weren’t allowed to insult his lazy ass. Nobody checked if Arthur shared half the money he made, or any other person for that matter. You knew Micah wasn’t sharing half of his.

Before either of you realized, more than a week had passed since you joined the gang.

Arthur had just finished his morning coffee and was strutting towards his tent. The plan was to shave and then head to Valentine, beating some time, maybe run some errands. But he didn't even get to his tent, because he heard his name yelled by Dutch. You stood next to Dutch, his big hand resting on your shoulder in a friendly and proud manner.

"Come over here for a second!", Dutch waved to Arthur.

Immediately, Arthur's mood worsened. Just yesterday evening he had to listen to one your ramblings about why there shouldn't be so many people in the gang that can't contribute with money. You had Micah's full support, the rest of the listeners were rather hesitant to agree with you. Arthur had left his spot on the log as soon as he had seen you come over, but yours and Micah's conversation was loud enough to haunt him while he tried to sleep. Somewhat apprehensively, Arthur joined Dutch and you.

Dutch was in high spirits, proclaiming: "Micah told me you two work well together.

You sighed a: "Did he?" While Arthur simultaneously grumbled a "Of course he did..."

"Called you a dream team", Dutch raised his eyebrows, looking at Arthur for confirmation. But before Arthur could open his mouth, Dutch went on: "Javier told me about a lead yesterday. However, I sent him on a different business today and I thought, maybe the two of you could work together to rob a little homestead."

Dutch looked so convinced of this, you supressed rolling your eyes.

"Alright", you crossed your arms in front of your chest. You weren't exactly the type of person to refuse a good lead, especially when it gets suggested by the leader you were told to appease and please.

"What exactly are we talking about?", Arthur asked. His hands settled on his gunbelt, and he looked at Dutch, trying to forget that you were there.

"Javier told me about a family of crazies living in the woods. At Chez Porter, apparently. The talk is that they sit on some cash", Dutch finally took his hand from your shoulder to stroke his mustache.

"Fine. We'll do it. Come on, Morgan", you commanded, heading towards your horse before either Dutch nor Arthur could say anything. Arthur sighed while Dutch chuckled: "Oh my, Arthur. Good luck. I'm sure you can handle her."

I'm not so sure about that, Arthur thought to himself as he followed you to the horses. He watched as you confidently swayed your hips and swung yourself onto your horse. You waited patiently with a cheeky smile on your lips until Arthur had mounted his horse with a grunt.

“Know where we’re headed, Morgan?”, you asked.

“Vaguely.”

“Guess I’ll take the lead then”, you stated, riding on ahead. Arthur let it go, it didn’t feel like this was something worth arguing about. There was no talk between the two of you the whole ride. Sometimes, you could feel his gaze drilling holes into your body from behind, but you ignored it, deciding you wouldn’t give him the attention he’d need to start another argument. You were close to Chez Porter when Arthur finally opened his mouth: “Let’s leave the horses here.”

“We could at least ride them up the hi-“

“We’ll leave them here”, Arthur interrupted, dismounted and gave his horse a few gentle pats on the neck before he took a rifle, “We’ll sneak up and check how many armed people we’re dealing with.”

“Come on, Morgan. The two of us could take out a whole army if we wanted to. You don’t need to be afraid when I’m at your side”, you mocked.

“This is the only reason I am afraid”, Arthur grumbled before the two of you started climbing up the hill. You had a nice view on the property. Arthur took out his binoculars, trying to count how many people were on the ground.

“Okay. We got a big barn in the back…and a large house. Must be a lot of people living here. I ain’t so sure about this. Maybe if we draw ‘em out or somethin’…”, Arthur said. When he removed the binoculars from his eyes to decide on a plan with you, he only found an empty patch of grass next to him. Suddenly, he heard the shots. Only a second later he had eyes on you again, strutting onto the property as if it was yours. Curses were falling from his lips as he sprinted down to catch up with you. Three man were already dead on the ground while you stood far from any cover, aiming for a woman at the upper window of the barn. Arthur shot two men who were running towards you. For a moment, it was silent with only an echo of Arthur’s last gunshot ringing in your ears.

Arthur started to call out your name, but you had seen and killed the last man before he could pull the trigger once.

“Easy!”, you exclaimed and holstered your guns, “Money’s probably in the barn. They really tried protecting it.” You turned around to Arthur, only to see him approaching you angrily.

"What the hell was that?"

"What was what? I cleared us the way!"

"You would have been shot if I didn't cover for you. Why didn't you stick to the plan?"

"Because the plan was stupid and just because you are a pretty boy who doesn't want to get his clothes dirty, doesn't mean I'm changing my methods."

"What?", Arthur growled. There was this nick name again. He hated it. Why did it keep following him?

"Oh, you heard me", you replied.

"You think I want Micah to make my life hell, because you bite the dust on a job with me?"

"Micah doesn't care shit about me! It's an unlucky coincidence that we share the same father."

"Okay. Doesn't mean that you can run towards the enemy like-"

"Oh, shut up. Just because you're too yellow."

"Well…maybe I want to live!", Arthur yelled with a grand gesture of his arms.

"Oh bullshit. I can shoot like this because I got nothing to live for, and neither do you. So stop whining."

"You don't know nothin' about me, so-"

"I know you ain't such an idolized fool as your old friend Dutch, so you're definitely not living to prove the government a point, nor do you have a family. And if you did, you sure as hell left them behind years ago or you wouldn't be here!"

"The gang's my family", Arthur said after a short pause.

"Ugh. Sure. Most of them would betray eachother for a handful of gold. Nice family you got"

Arthur didn't answer. He just strut towards the barn that had been so eagerly defended. It didn't take him long to figure out the best hiding place. He moved the crate, though it was hard on his own, to reveal a hatch under which a box had been hidden.

"Take your cut and get out of here", Arthur harshly slapped a couple of bills into your hands.

"Gladly."

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