#the good the bad and the hot boah

[bimrsadler]

high honor vampire!Arthur trying to hide his nature not only from an F!reader he is growing close with (characterise her for whatever dynamic you like) but also from the rest of the gang. for ease's sake, vampires in this AU don't burn in the sun but ARE oddly sensitive to it

to be indulgent: NSFW or SFW with a lot of sexual tension over the bloodlust? size difference too to emphasize arthur maybe feeling super guilty abt said bloodlust? 👀

Unholy, Unworthy

Pairing: vampire!Arthur Morgan x f!reader

Word count: 3,300

Warnings/tags: vampire au, smut, fluff, light angst, high honor arthur, everything that comes w being a vamp (biting, blood drinking, light bloodplay) established consent w good aftercare, oral (f receiving), unprotected piv, size difference

Notes: decided to get down and dirty w the vamp smut so hopefully it’s not too much, still tried to balance it out with our beloved high honor boah

Arthur Morgan was a bad man — this he knew. Of every sin he ever committed, of every awful thing he’d done; the way he was looking at you now, the way he could smell you, made him feel the filthiest.

He watched the hot crimson trail down your finger and onto your delicate wrist, the faint “ouch” a mere whisper behind the harsh ringing in his ears. He wished you didn’t ask to see his knife and God he wished he didn’t give it to you.

“Arthur?” Your voice sounded far enough away that it was a dream. “Arthur? You there?!” Your arm on his knee woke him from his bloodlust stupor.

Taking a sharp breath he tried not to appear too shaken, but feared it was too obvious.

You laughed gently, “it’s only blood, Arthur. Would think you’d be used to that by now.”

Oh darlin’ if you only knew.

“No it’s uh — it ain’t that,” he swallowed hard. “I just hope yer okay…is all.”

“Of course, it’s just a little cut,” you placed your hand on his. “Everything okay?”

His eyes lingered on your narrow wrist and glanced up to see your concern. Guilt surged at the thought how helpless you would be if he gave into his darkness. You were a fine gunslinger, but that wouldn’t help much in a fight with what Arthur had become.

“Yeah’m fine just…” He waved his arms dismissively, too scared to let any more words fall from his lips, “clean yerself up.”

Pulling his sleeves down and tipping the brim of his hat, he protected himself from the sun the best he could as made his way from the shade of the tree, back to his tent.

Any warm beam on his skin now burned instead of comforted, but as long as he was careful in how he dressed and didn’t linger for too long, it was manageable.

Mostly going for night jobs and robberies made things easier but the gang noticed when he chose to avoid the daytime. Headaches and hangovers were becoming a thin excuse.

The inquiries slowed however when he lost his temper, reminding that he still pulled his weight just fine and brought back more money and supplies than anyone else.

But still, someday something would have to give. Arthur entertained the idea that given everything the gang does and the outcasts and misfits they brought in — perhaps they could accept him this way.

It was you that wouldn’t leave his mind though. You’d become close before the change, feelings that blossomed now burned and Arthur could not separate his affection from his bloodlust.

He had given in to his new appetite on several occasions but tried with everything in him to only go for men who were already dammed. Men who were wanted for acts that would lead to hangings, men who committed those acts but escaped hangings.

He had hoped it would make sense and feel warranted but it never did. It wasn’t a justification — it was a necessity.

But it was nothing compared to Arthur’s guilt around you. Even before the change he felt like a goddamn brute next to you, easily twice your size, rough and jagged compared to your grace and charm.

With the harm he was capable of now? He lost sleep over the shame in how he desired you.

He yearned to gently pull your smaller frame against his substantial one, to make you feel safe; to touch your soft skin and hold you, bring you flowers and make you smile.

Yet the daydreams would darken and he felt himself grow hard with want to tilt your head back and open his mouth against your vulnerable neck. To kiss and bite and make you his. To give you everything you’ve ever wanted but to take for himself.

Soft and severe, a carnivorous killer falling in love with an elegant angel.

As the evening wore on Arthur quietly emerged from his tent to journal under a tree outside of camp. It was one of the few things that kept him from losing himself completely and allowed him peace.

Hearing delicate steps approaching, Arthur turned around to see you sheepishly searching for the right words to say.

“I uh…I wanted to check on ya,” he watched amorously as you played with the wrap around your cut palm. “You didn’t seem well earlier but…if you wanna be alone that’s okay.”

This was going to kill him. He wanted your company terribly but at what cost? Standing there in your dress with concern about him, beautiful and radiant as ever. Something he felt he didn’t deserve nor could ever earn.

“Y’can join me fer a bit. But I should head to bed soon…” It was a lie of course, but the best excuse he could muster.

Sitting beside him he could feel the warmth radiating from you and smell the summer sun on your skin.

Not being able to remember the last time he felt tenderness, Arthur practically jumped as he felt your hand rest lovingly on his forearm.

“It’s a nice night isn’t it?”

The moon’s reflection danced along ripples of the lake, water lapping at the shore the only sound accompanying your nervous breaths. “Sure is,” Arthur replied.

Even in the pale moonlight Arthur could see you looking up at him with a soft smile. Your slender fingers rested on his on his solid bicep with your smaller shoulder huddled against his bulky side. He longed for a time when this would have made him feel like a protector — not a predator.

But your soft lips parted ever so slightly as you leaned closer and Arthur Morgan knew he would be a fool to say no.

Your lips met gingerly at first, exploring something new and exciting. His stubble tickled your face and your tongue teased.

The passion exploded as your bodies instinctively flowed against one another’s, hips rutting with purpose and hands roaming.

You both panted with an aching need, and as you deepened the already heated kiss you gently tugged at Arthurs lower lip with your teeth.

Arthur reciprocated, drawing blood as he did.

The sound of your heartbeat filled his ears, he could hear the blood rushing to your lips and heat and everywhere that reacted to his touch.

And the taste, warm iron sweet with the arousal of your kiss; he hadn’t fed in so long. Coming from you it was better than any whiskey or fine wine he’d ever tasted.

A last ditch effort to control his hunger, Arthur recoiled in a panic.

“Arthur…baby it’s okay, it happens.” Your voice was distant once again, background noise amongst his screaming urges.

“Sweetheart —” His drawl gravelly and tone deadly serious, “you have no idea what kinda monster I am.”

Taken aback you observed him with visible confusion. “I’ve been in the gang long enough Arthur, I know what goes on —”

“No!” Arthur hissed, harsher than he meant to. “Look…yer gonna think I’m crazy but I need ya to understand. Y’know them stories you and the girls were talkin’ about? The vampires in Saint Denis?”

Arthur paused while he watched your brows furrow in anticipation, there was no going back now.

“It’s all real, I ran into one and he…he turned me. I need you to know this so you can stay away from me. For your own protection. Got it?”

You let out an incredulous laugh. “Well can you prove it?”

Arthur wrapped his hand around your slender wrist and placed your palm against his cold chest. He watched with melancholy as you reacted to his much too chilled skin.

Letting go with a grunt, he began unbuttoning his shirt. It was never how he imagined showing his body to you; frustrated, scared and cornered, but if it convinced you…

Arthur silently showed you the many bullet and knife scars in places that should have killed — not healed; the round marks in front of his heart, the white hot slashes deep into his ribs and stomach.

“I was able to survive all of this,” he tilted his head back and bared his fangs, “because of this.”

The look on your face showed that you believed him. An unreal sense of unease and confusion sat plainly in your eyes.

“Darlin’ I mean it. Whenever I’m ’round ya it’s a hunger, a thirst. And I don’t know how long I can control it.”

Arthur defeatedly turned to walk away, to hang his head in shame and wait for the consequences of revealing the truth but instead felt your pleading hand in his.

“What if I don’t want you to control it?”

Arthur’s words caught in in his throat, utterly stunned. He watched your pretty doe eyes looking up at him expectantly.

Running your hands along the scars and slashes, you lovingly touched every part of him he had revealed in angst. His muscles twitched under your touch, the broad plains and curves exciting you on further.

“You didn’t ask for what happened to you and you don’t deserve me any less.” You were nervous but Arthur had never frightened or hurt you, and if he needed to hurt you to keep the beast at bay?

You could think of times when a little pain wouldn’t be so bad.

Biting your lip you flicked your tongue out to dab at the blood, licking languidly as Arthur stared, slack jawed and ready to explode.

Gathering your blood on your fingertip your brought it to Arthur’s lips. “Open up…”

Arthur did as he was told, wrapping his hands around your wrist and sucking at the blood on your finger with the ferocity of a starving man.

He was only driven further to give into his thirst but managed to compose himself after the small taste.

“Christ alive darlin’…”

You placed your warm palm on his cool chest. He hadn’t felt another’s warmth in so long. “I don’t want you any less Arthur.”

Arthur embraced your much smaller frame, kissing intensely. The taste of blood — your blood, sent a blazing electricity through his veins. He wanted to be gentle, so badly. But his hunger and his ache was unbearable.

“You can bite me Arthur.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, soft and timid.

Arthur let out a hungry growl in response, eager but afraid of his compulsion. “You sure?” Ain’t no one ever done this…willingly.”

You pulled down the lace of your dress that had been covering most of your neck, exposing the tendon and vein that breathed under delicate skin.

Arthur gazed hungrily as if he was seeing a woman bare before him for the first time. In a way, he was. You were the first he shared his affliction with and the first who allowed him to indulge. To do something so taboo and dangerous — so intimate.

He was in awe of you.

Eyeing you desperately, he watched as you undressed to nothing but your underwear and placed your back to the tree. Tilting your head to the side, you exposed your neck to him.

Arthur kissed your pulse point, dragging his tongue along the tender flesh before thinking better of it.

Kissing a trail down to just above your collar bone, he stopped at the junction where your neck met your shoulder. “It’ll hurt less here, I’ll try to be gentle…”

“I trust you Arthur,” you mewled.

His fangs pierced the soft skin, slow and firm, not sinking in fully until he heard you moan. His reservations eased when you reacted with pleasure instead of pain.

His grip on you tightened, sucking gently on the wounds he created. Unable to suppress his bliss, he let out a primal groan against your neck, a deep rumble from his chest vibrating against you.

Arthur’s hardness pressed against your thigh, grinding against it roughly as the blood flow painted his tongue.

Shuddering with satisfaction he pulled away to see you looking as drunk as he felt. Messy hair and lust-blown eyes; you smiled at him, dear God you actually smiled.

He felt unholy and unworthy.

Arthur noticed a thick line of blood traveling down the curve of your collarbone and the swell of your breast.

A wicked smirk overcame him as he licked at the same path the blood was moving before reaching his goal. Sucking your nipple into his mouth, he played with the sensitive peak while cleaning the blood — careful not to waste a drop or a chance at pleasing you.

Locking your fingers through Arthur’s hair you pulled his face closer to your chest, crying his name as you did.

Arthur pulled you away from the tree and urged you to lie down in the soft grass beneath it, positioning himself between your legs.

Running his rough hand over the softness of your thigh brought forth goosebumps much to his delight.

Kissing and nipping at your raised skin he gazed up at you. “Would love to bite ya here,” he ran a soothing hand over your inner thigh — so close to your aching heat. “If you’ll allow me…”

“Yes Arthur,” you replied, nearly begging.

Sinking his teeth into your thigh he sucked with more pressure this time, continuing to touch comfortingly with his sizable hand.

You watched as the blood dripped down Arthur’s chin and down your thigh, mingling with the slick gathering.

The pain was nothing compared to the arousal and much to your surprise, the throbbing in your center grew as Arthur fed.

You watched as he rutted against the grass, the sounds coming from him struck somewhere between animalistic and erotic, soft pants and deeps groans. You swore you could have come right then and there.

Arthur licked his lips with a satisfied hum. With his bloodlust becoming satiated he could think clearly again, and the only thing on his mind was making you feel good.

It didn’t matter that he wasn’t the most confident in his abilities but he sure as hell would try, and if you enjoyed it half as much as his darker side — Arthur could die a happy man, if he could die.

“How ’bout a gentler taste,” he ghosted his fingertips along your slit “…somewhere else?”

Your hips jolted forward at his touch with a whine, a clear enough answer. “So wet already…”

Moving to his target slowly and tenderly, his tongue grazed along your swollen bud teasing with light flicks.

But the needy “please,” that fell from you lips as you writhed beneath him made it impossible to keep you waiting.

Arthur buried his face where you needed him most, lapping at your heat the same way he indulged in the blood at your neck and thigh. His tongue savored the sweet warmth, a nectar of a different kind.

“Goddamn girl,” Arthur dragged the flat of his tongue along your slit and up your bundle of nerves. “I could do this all night…”

But it didn’t take long for the twitches of pleasure to start in your abdomen and flutter in your core. Any pain from the bites was long since dulled as your climax washed over you, rubbing against Arthur’s face while he held your thighs down.

Breathless but wanting more, you pulled him up desperately to kiss your slick off his lips while ripping the rest of his clothing off.

“Jesus,” Arthur broke the kiss to plant smaller ones to where his fangs had penetrated your neck. “You really do want me huh?”

Appreciating the comfort he was giving, you held him closer to your neck. “You sound surprised…”

“I am darlin’, never thought you’d want me even before my change.”

“I have wanted you,” you found his hardness and stroked slowly, “ and I still do.”

You pushed him forward by the base of his spine, encouraging him to take over. Getting the hint, he lined up at your soaked entrance.

But Arthur moved slowly, inch by throbbing inch until he was pressed deep inside your pussy. He wanted to fuck you with wild abandon, but he had been starved of love and blood for so long that he didn’t realize how badly he needed the former.

The softness and warmth of your skin as he wrapped his arms around you was intoxicating and he wanted to savor every second. Sensing his sentimentality, you slowed your need and kissed his forehead.

Arthur’s pace was slow and sultry, grinding into you like it was his on purpose on earth. And in that moment it was for him.

There wasn’t a thought in his head other than how good your tight pussy felt as he pumped in and out, feeling your wetness spread more as he did.

“Yes, oh — God please don’t stop,” you whined into his ear.

Arthur could swear that it was the most gorgeous sound he ever heard. As he pushed breaths out of you with each thrust and watched your breasts bounce, he was reassured that he wasn’t just a beast.

Maybe you tamed the part of him that needed it or maybe you liked it untamed. But either way, Arthur wasn’t afraid to envelope you, to use his power for pleasure, not when you twitched and swore beneath him.

“That’s it girl, takin’ me so well ain’tcha?” Arthur’s rhythm quickened as he rose to his knees and spread you further.

The sound of your sex and hips snapping together resonated around you as he massaged your ass, lifting you slightly.

The new position allowed for Arthur’s cock to hit deeper in your core, forcing a gasp out of you as he did.

“Yeah?” Arthur let out a breathy laugh, “that feel good?”

“So good,” you wrapped your legs around the small of his back and thrusted in tandem with him.

Arthur exhaled shakily, the show of exuberance and feeling of your walls clenching around him made his release surge closer.

“Oh darlin’,” Arthur moaned sweetly, “I’m almost there…”

“Give it to me Arthur, fill me up.”

With those words he couldn’t pull out in time if he’d wanted to.

Arthur’s pace stuttered to shallow thrusts as his abdomen flexed, pulsing inside of you with a sharp inhale.

Pressing flush against your mound he rutted his seed as deep into you as he could, panting and groaning raggedly.

Arthur didn’t hold back with his noise, praise or indulgence. He had never let go like this with anyone and it was long, long overdue.

Clarity set in quickly for him however, full of strong and mixed emotions that he was unsure how to process; imagining that it must have been similar for you.

His priority was making sure you were okay.

Pulling you close to him he wrapped an arm around your side and retrieved a clean bandanna with the other. Peppering you with gentle kisses, he thoughtfully tended to the small wounds with water and cloth.

“Got some balms I can put on these for ya,” he proposed timidly. “Was it too much darlin’? You doin’ okay?”

“Never been better big guy,” you smiled wide and up at him, wanting to make sure he had no doubts. “A monster wouldn’t take the time to do this ya know…”

He smirked with a small chuckle, “just don’t wanna hurt ya…”

“I very much enjoyed this, and I would do it again.”

Again.

Arthur wondered how he could be so lucky to hear that word fall from your lips in reference to him.

“Well in that case, let’s getcha back to my tent… stay with me tonight?”

“Don’t you stay up all night now?”

“Usually, you can stay up with me if you want. But I’d be just as happy to hold ya while ya sleep.”

And so he did. Arthur walked you back with his arm around your waist and brought you water to drink.

After making sure you were properly cared for he laid down and pulled you close to him, pressing the side of your head to his chest while stroking your hair.

He felt like he could hold onto the summer sun as long as he could hold onto you.

#tw: blood #nsft #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x female reader #arthur morgan x f!reader #vampire arthur morgan #rdr2 #red dead redemption #rdr2 fanfiction #arthur morgan fanfiction

[cococowboah]

Jealous

A Morston One-Shot

John never really got too much attention from women when he went out amongst the world. Even if they found him attractive, the mixture of scars and his bad attitude typically told the majority of people to leave him alone without him actually having to open his mouth and tell them that himself.

But Arthur practically commanded attention from women with his appearance, and they heeded the call. Crystal blue eyes, built body, chiseled face, blonde hair and a smile so sweet you’d feel blessed to witness it.

That’s how John felt about him at least. And more than one event made him wish he was the only one who felt that way about Arthur.

Going out together was always a treat, until they ended up at a bar and the prostitutes began to flock around the blonde like birds to a busted sack of seed. Sure, what they really wanted was his money, but taking an attractive man to bed was definitely more satisfying work than the alternative.

John had a runt of a woman on his arm, no room for her next to Arthur so she attempted to pick up the next best thing. John hadn’t even noticed yet, he was too busy scowling as Arthur entertained the women with the tales of all the incredible places he had been in his travels across America.

And it took a moment for John to realize that this wasn’t really like him. Arthur didn’t boast or brag all that much, and though he enjoyed attention from time to time, he didn’t usually dig this deeply into entertaining an audience. But he had a few beers in him and was feeling incredibly social, an alcohol induced red blush graced his face and he smiled throughout his stories.

The woman on John’s left arm whispered into his ear. “Your friend is mighty cute, mister.”

John turned to her almost in shock. “How long you been here?”

“Coupla minutes.”

John pulled his arm away, shooed her shamelessly, looked at his partner with even more disdain.

The disdain wasn’t necessarily for Arthur, more so for the attention he was receiving, and the fact that he was encouraging it above all else.

“-And in that cave is all these strange statues, right? Well, I’ll tell you what ladies, those statues got gold in ‘em.”

They ooed and aahed at that, one of the ladies happened to rest her hand on Arthur’s lap, uncomfortably close to his nether region.

John was so focused, so brazenly flushed with jealous rage, he didn’t even realize that the prostitute from before was already back on his arm.

An angry heat went up his spine as those fingers waltzed closer to their sinful desire, fingertips pecking gently at the folds across his groin, and the natural response beneath gave rise to a bulge in his pants that was definitely not there before.

It sent a dark hot cloud to rest on John’s head, he went to turn to the bartender and request a few more shots, but found himself held back by the woman from earlier.

“Will you fuck off?!”

She pouted, crossed her arms as she brought them away from him. “Your friend’s alot nicer than you are, mister.”

John ordered a shot, then another. Two more for good measure, and Arthur was still going on about something or other.

“Did you ladies know there’s a so-called vampire in Saint Denis?”

John had bitten his lip so much it was bleeding at this point, and there’s that damn hooker’s hand teasing Arthur’s dick, right out in the open, shameless and vulgar and John couldn’t stand it anymore.

He slammed down his last shotglass onto the bar with almost enough force to shatter it, sending a jolt through the patrons nearby. He got up, stared right at Arthur. He was the one commanding attention from those ladies now.

And from Arthur, who didn’t look amused by the action.

“What’s yer problem, boah?”

“I’m headin’ back to camp.” He didn’t even wait for a response from Arthur, just walked away and through the doors.

Arthur shrugged. “He’ll be alright, he’s just a bit peeved that you lovely ladies are giving me so much attention.”

“Well I was hung up on his arm and he told me to fuck off.” The one from before whined to Arthur, her arms still crossed and her lips still pouting. “Thought he was a real looker too!”

She said it loud enough for John to hear it from just outside the saloon, he huffed again and reached into his pocket for a cigarette.

He knew his little obsession with Arthur could go nowhere but down if he kept it up, but he couldn’t help it. And there were more than a few times where he felt Arthur might share the affection, but it had yet to be confirmed in any way.

Little things, his fingers coming to rest on John’s when they were alone together at the campfire, his eyes lingering on him a bit too long when he was bent over fixing something on a wagon, and he was sure he caught him drawing a picture of him one day, though he drew pictures of everyone.

The fact that he clearly didn’t know John liked him was upsetting, but expected. It was taboo, he never even knew it was a possibility until he became a teenager and was suddenly getting turned on by everything, even the man he had come to treat like a brother. His late night sessions with himself typically consisted of whatever got him going during the day, and more often than not the sexiest thing in camp was Arthur himself.

It confused him. He even asked Hosea about it, and the older man told him it was natural to be curious and that those feelings would eventually diminish as he got older.

But they didn’t diminish. They got stronger. It got to the point where even when he was bedding a woman, he was still thinking about Arthur. Even with a gorgeous brunette bouncing on him, moaning a sweet tune to his ears and seeing him with eyes full of desire, he would close his own and imagine Arthur there instead.

One time he accidentally moaned his name and ended up getting slapped in the face by the woman he was with.

He was pathetic. He knew it. And that was only one of the reasons why Arthur would never see him the same way.

As if to speak of the devil, the man came waltzing out, looking left and right until he caught sight of John smoking in the corner, drenched in his own thoughts and tangling with his emotions.

“Why’d you storm off like that?” He asked, coming closer to him and standing side by side.

“Why do you care?” He replied, hand in his pocket, shoulder leaned against a lamppost.

“Whattya mean ‘why do I care?’ I care, don’t need a reason to.”

“Go back to your harem, old man.” He took another drag and turned away, Arthur stepped in front of him and grabbed the cigarette, earning him a toothy scowl from John.

“Get that stick out yer ass and come back inside. Thought we was havin’ fun tonight.”

“My idea of fun ain’t watchin’ you get your dick rubbed by ten whores.”

“ That’s what yer mad about? You know how often I take a woman to bed, John? Maybe twice a year. ”

“Well can you do it when I’m not right next to you? ”

“You sure are one to be jealous, b’fore Abigail joined camp you were fuckin’ every blue eyed beauty you could find. And hell not to mention that you got a steady woman now and I still got nothin’.”

John thought for a moment, a rare event. He mulled over the options in his head, and went with the confrontational approach. “Coulda had me.”

Arthur looked physically thrown back at that. “Coulda had you? ”

John closed his eyes and awaited a barrage of insults, his body clenching before they could even leave Arthur’s mouth. Maybe he’d get a beating for his gross desires.

Instead, Arthur reached for his groin, grabbed between his legs so tightly it shot John’s eyes open and held him flush against the pole.

“You forgettin’ somethin’ ‘bout yourself, boah?”

“No. I ain’t.” He shook his head, trying to remain calm and collected though Arthur’s grip hurt like hell.

He released a bit, realized where he was grabbing and that the twitch from under his grip alone told him the boy wasn’t joking. “Yer kiddin’.”

John reached up, grabbed Arthur by the hair, brought his forehead to rest against his, and looked into his pale blue eyes before whispering it again, his head shaking with every word, “no. I ain’t.”

His mouth fell forward, taking Arthur’s into his own. He bit his lip with force, tasting the tingle of beer on his tongue as he gained entrance through his teeth and fell to the realization that not only was this happening, but Arthur wasn’t pulling away either.

The older man didn’t reach back just yet, his hands unsure of where to rest, whether holding him back was expected or not, whether this was a real, passionate kiss or just an elaborate joke set up by the younger one.

“So that’s why you was gettin’ all flustered, mister!” An effeminate voice sounded out, breaking the two from their lip-locking trance.

The prostitute from inside waltzed up to them, arms crossed, her pout replaced with a snooty grin.

John watched her carefully, unsure if she’d cause a scene and get the town on their asses. “Don’t you have anythin’ else to do ‘sides bother me?”

“Oh I’ll keep my lips shut about the whole thing and won’t bother you ever again,” she grinned harder, holding out a palm between them, “for a price.”

John rolled his eyes, Arthur sighed in irritation and reached into his satchel defeatedly, plucking out a few dollars and handing them over.

The woman looked satisfied, waved a cheeky goodbye and turned tail back to the saloon. 

Arthur crossed his arms, stared at John and furrowed his brow. “This is the last damn time I’m takin’ you drinkin’.”

#morston #fanfiction #ao3 #jarthur #johnxarthur #john x arthur #arthur x john

[edgepunk]

"You don't hire saint to catch a sinner."

#red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption #rdr2 #arthur morgan #džif #the good the bad and the hot boah #myrdr

[protectduffy]

Yandere Types (M)

warning!! this contains violence, controlling/manipulation, stalker themes, nsfw, etc. so don’t read if you’re not comfortable! this is the male edition of some yandere headcanons for the camp boahs

Arthur

- obsession type

- this is probably more intense than what both of you expected it to turn into

- it began with him accompanying you whenever you wanted to leave camp, but then he would get really antsy if he realises you’ve gone somewhere without him

- where did you go? Why didn’t you bring him? Who are you with?

- Arthur follows you, sometimes doing it very subtly and other times just falling into step behind you

- he asks a lot of questions

- high morality Arthur is sweeter, always being careful not to upset you with his questions

- takes pictures of you, though, and keeps them under his mattress

- casually breathes in your scent when you walk past

- more likely to stay out of sight when he’s following you

- if he’s low morality, Arthur is super obsessive, constantly walking with you with one hand on your body somewhere

- he snarls if another man so much as looks at you, antagonising them

- often gets into fights for your sake

- likes to pin your hands down or push you up against things

Dutch

- monopoly type

- the most obsessive

- he’s very manipulative, you’ve seen him at work before but never had you expected him to turn his act on you

- says things like, “I don’t like that boy, I want you to stop seeing him”, “Why are you going there when you can be here with me, darling?”, “Look at me when I’m talking, little girl/boy”

- even when you’re not aware of it, Dutch is there, always watching with that dark look in his eyes

- he slowly starts pushing any friends out of your life who aren’t approved by him, forcing you to depend on him

- he might even “dispose” of some of the people he views as competition, telling you they’ve left you and cradling you when you get upset

- if he absolutely cannot be with you, Dutch makes Micah watch you, but if Micah oversteps his boundaries, he has to brace himself for Pure Rage Dutch

- likes you to wear something of his so that other people know you’re claimed, including one of his rings, his hat, or his shirt

Hosea

- possessive-paranoid type

- the quickest to escalate

- similar to Arthur, Hosea is very much obsessed with you but on another level

- he has to have you all to himself

- unlike the other similar types, he is quite paranoid about losing you and it makes him more frantic

- he always has to have you close and scolds you if you try to leave

- won’t tolerate competition, he doesn’t even argue he just removes you from other people (be it by dragging you away or prompting you to leave, even feigning feeling sick so you’ll feel bad for him)

- is a bit insecure, but also a very god actor so he’s great at covering this up

- can switch his moods in an instant

- you aren’t allowed to go anywhere without him, and he always has to be touching you

Charles

- punishment-dominance type

- possibly the closest to John’s training type, but much more forceful and corrective

- Charles gives you firm reminders if you slip up, if you ignore him, and so on

- he always has to be in control of you, making sure he knows where you are and what you’re doing

- you have to make eye contact with him or he grasps your chin to make sure you look at him

- he isn’t satisfied with just touching you because he wants you to touch him, too, so he makes excuses as if he’s hurt or he’ll simply tell you what he wants

- if you disobey him, you’re in for a long night

- he isn’t above restraining you or spanking, and he won’t let you go until you apologise numerous times

- Charles is usually cool tempered, but the line is when another person touches you, at which point he’ll snap and attack to “defend” you

Javier

- worship type

- he’s so obsessed with you and any amount of attention you give him, even if brief

- worships you and will do anything you ask of him, no matter how ridiculous or dangerous the task is, sometimes without you even having to ask him

- least dangerous type, he wouldn’t hurt you even if it meant risking his progress

- instead, he focuses on luring you in with sweet words in his native tongue and purring compliments, reminding you how much he needs and loves you, what you do to him

- doesn’t really care if other people talk to you but if they don’t treat you with respect, Javier bristles and becomes aggressive to defend your honour

- would die for you in a hot second

- “I need you, don’t go, I love you!”

John

- training type

- it starts with gentle suggestions, trying to correct your behaviour to where he’s happier with how you feel about him

- sometimes snaps at you but then instantly softens, it’s like a switch is flicked between anger and gentleness

- John will always coo at you and embrace you after he’s snapped at you, gently stroking your hair and reassuring you he didn’t mean it

- he begins to get more forceful, prompting you to behave

- “Say you love me, y/n, come on, say it!”

- works on a reward basis, like training a dog

- “Good girl/boy! That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

- makes you think that it’s normal, the way he treats you, because he’s forcing you to adopt the loving behaviour towards him without you even realising his manipulation until it’s too late and you’re stuck in his web of deceit

- if someone else is viewed as competition in his eyes, John only threatens then when you’re not around so that he doesn’t ruin his progress with you

Sean

- restraints type

- he just wants to be with you! forever and ever and ever and ever

- can’t stand to be without you for just one second

- sometimes hides his fear of losing you behind humour and affection

- he grows in intensity very very quickly

- Sean will pick you up or drag you somewhere if you’re not obeying him, or if you try to leave him

- wants to be inseparable, why won’t you stay with him?

- he will tie your hands and/or feet so you can’t leave, or just so he can tease you and gaze upon you

- prefers to hold you down with his hands and body, but also enjoys a good length of rope

- also uses scarves for a bit of extra fun

Lenny

- dependence type

- knows how to get to your soft spot

- he insists he needs you and will beg if he has to so you won’t leave him

- enjoys faking being sick or getting himself scraped up so you will nurse him back to health

- he just bathes in your attention

- lots of pet names and sweet compliments, almost sickly sweet, and gets a bit whiny if you ignore him

- “I need you, can’t you see?! I can’t do this without you! It would ruin me!”

- tries to get sympathy from you or make you feel bad in any way so that you’ll consider staying

- if you do leave, he’ll go absolutely insane and probably go on a rampage just to get you back whatever the cost may be

Kieran

- wrong idea type

- Kieran is so into you from the moment he sets eyes upon you

- he’s smitten and convinced that you’re into him, unfortunately assuming that there’s something there where there actually isn’t

- watches you a lot

- if you smile at him, he gets all bashful and believes that you’re sending him signals

- if you touch him, oh, he loses his mind! 

- he has the bad habit of getting the wrong idea in the most innocent of acts

- drools if you wear anything that shows even a little bit of skin and will probably think that you’re wearing it just for him

- protective, too, he scowls and gets huffy if other men show you attention but he probably won’t act on it

- even if you flatly tell him you’re not interested, he thinks you’re playing a game or just lying for the sake of it

Eagle Flies

- deceptive type

- everything is behind the scenes with Eagle Flies, and he’s very good at what he does

- what he does, exactly, is manipulate and deceive you in subtle ways in order to gain your affections

- it starts off small, like loosing your horse so you’ll go on a walk alone with him to find it, and memorising your schedule for his benefit

- however, if you don’t respond soon enough for him, he becomes impatient

- you’re his to love, can’t you see that?

- he’ll definitely challenge anyone who he sees as a threat to his love for you

- he starts working harder to force you to care for him by making sure you can’t leave

- one afternoon when you were suggesting heading back to your home after a visit to Eagle Flies on his lands, he was quick to do anything he could to stop you

- he had one of his friends come crashing from the shrubbery claiming that there were dangerous soldiers nearby, which inevitably meant you had to stay with Eagle Flies to stay safe

- once, when you really insisted on having to get back, he disappeared into the forest and came back unbeknown to you with a fistful of yellow flowers

- mixed with water and offered as a drink to you, it doesn’t take long for the headache and weariness that washes over you

- feigning being surprised at your sudden “cold”, Eagle Flies makes sure to keep you on his bed of soft furs

- he’s so good at deceiving you that eventually you start to succumb to his caring nature and he relaxes, but he’s always just a little on edge, ready to find some new way to keep you all to himself

#yandere red dead redemption 2 #yandere headcanons #arthur morgan x reader #dutch van der linde x reader #hosea matthews x reader #john marston x reader #charles smith x reader #javier escuella x reader #sean macguire x reader #lenny summers x reader #kieran duffy x reader #reader insert #dark headcanons #eagle flies x reader #reader inserts

[the-awkward-outlaw]

Imagine if fem!reader put smth sexy on for Arthur before he gets home from work as a surprise, she's fidgeting on the bed trying to find a good pose when the door opens and it's John saying like "hey Arthur here's the thing I borrow-" and they kinda just stare at each other in shock before John leaves with a "you know what I'll just come back some other time". Does he run into Arthur on his way out? Maybe. Do reader and Arthur still get it on? Hell yeah

Okay, I have something to admit to y’all. Growing up Mormon (full on not Mormon anymore, thank God!), I did not have any experience for most of my life when it comes to sex stuff, so my kinkiness level is like a 1 out of 100 (yes, feel free to judge). Anyways, this one turned out more funny than anything else, so have a good laugh, even if it’s at my expense! 

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Thank God for two-day delivery. You ordered this thing two days ago and have been antsy to try it on for Arthur ever since. Your bedroom life isn’t stale and you two fuck at least three times a week, but sometimes you just need something to spice it up. 

You open the package, which contains another box, a periwinkle blue with the curvy logo of the company. You open that box and there’s a paper promising customer satisfaction, full refunds for a month, blah blah blah. You push it aside and lift up the tissue paper to reveal the sensual garment you’d ordered. 

Pulling it up, you feel worried. It looks like it might be too small for you. After ripping open the clear package, you hold the piece up. Then you look at the clock. Arthur will be getting off of work and he’ll be home in about half an hour. That gives you just the right time to try this thing on and discard it if it doesn’t look good. 

You strip out of your clothes and then inspect the piece again. Biting your lip, you slip it on over your legs and begin pulling it up over your body. The piece, which looks like a corset, stretches surprisingly well and slides over your skin. You pull it up to the proper length, to where it just barely covers your nipples, and then look down to see where it stops at your legs. There is no crotch to it, so you’re a little worried it might look like you’re wearing a kid’s dress. Luckily, it stops right at the line of your buttcheeks. 

You step in front of the mirror, afraid it might look completely ridiculous. It looked hot as hell online, but of course that was on a model. You’re just an average person, not exactly model material and this thing can’t be photoshopped on your body. You look at your reflection and are pleased to see that it actually extenuates your figure while still enunciating your curves. 

You look at the clock. Ten minutes to go. Have you really spent that much time fidgeting with this thing? Whatever, doesn’t matter. Now you have to find a sexy pose, you want it to be a surprise for Arthur. You sit on the bed, wondering if you should do a pinup pose. You try one, but you feel completely ridiculous. You try a different one with the same affect. 

You go through a multitude of poses, each feeling more silly or more uncomfortable than the last. Honestly, the amount of back arching you’ve done is starting to hurt. Just now, you hear the door downstairs open. Arthur’s home. Shit, you still haven’t found a pose. As soon as he takes off his shoes, he’ll be coming up here to change out of his work clothes. You suddenly wonder if you’re underdressed in this thing. You should have put on fishnet stockings or put on makeup or styled your hair or something. God, you are such an idiot! 

You’re still fighting around with poses when you hear him coming up the stairs. Why did he leave his shoes on? Maybe he’s planning on mowing the lawn or something. You quickly pick a random pose on the edge of the bed, even though it kind of hurts your back. You throw your shoulders back, supporting your upper half on your arms as you lean slightly back, throw out your chest and spread your legs a little so that he can get just a hint of the fact that nothing’s covering you down below.

The doorknob begins to turn. You shift your shoulders slightly, they’re starting to hurt. And then you hear a voice you did not expect. 

“I’m just gonna grab it quick.” Fuck! It’s Arthur’s brother (he’s adopted but still family), John Marston. What the hell is he doing here? 

You start coming out of your pose but are not fast enough. John starts walking in the room, his head turned back to call to Arthur, and then he turns his head and your eyes meet. 

John’s face immediately goes white and you watch his eyes quickly go over your body before he claps his hand over his eyes. Your face is burning up so bad you might as well be a miniature sun and you try to grab the comforter off the bed to cover yourself. You’re sitting on it though and it refuses to stretch up enough to do the job. 

“Sorry!” John hisses. He quickly shuts the door and starts heading down the hall, his eyes burning. He wishes he could scrub them with soap. He doesn’t think you’re unattractive, but you’re Arthur’s girlfriend! He would never want to look at you that way! 

He rubs his eyes and immediately crashes into a big, fleshy barrier. 

“Didn’t ya find it?” Arthur asks, addressing John’s clearly empty hands. 

“You know, Arthur, I think I’ll grab it a different time. Y/N’s in there and she… I think she wants to talk to you.” 

“You a’right? Ya look like ya seen a ghost, boah.” 

John just puts his hands up, shakes his head and walks around Arthur. “Like I said, I don’t need it right now, I’ll grab it some other time. Just go talk with Y/N, think she’s got a bone to pick with you.” 

John leaves the house, leaving Arthur quite confused. Are you pissed? He heard you yell out but couldn’t make out any words. Honestly you sounded more scared than mad. But maybe you’re ticked off about something. Arthur sighs and begins heading down to the bedroom. He starts wondering what he did to make you mad, but he honestly can’t think of anything. 

“Did I leave the bedroom light on again before I left?” he thinks aloud. “Did I forget to turn on the dishwasher? Leave up the toilet seat? What, woman, what did I do this time?” 

He opens the door, resolved for an inevitable scolding, and sees you sitting on the edge of the bed, your face in your hands. He immediately notices the tiny piece slipped over your body. 

“What? What’s goin’ on?” he asks. 

You look up, your face still burning. “Oh my God, Arthur! I am so sorry!” You start giggling. “I think I just gave John the scare of his life!” 

Things click into place and Arthur raises his eyebrow. “Oh dear,” he says, then he begins laughing too. You both laugh yourselves out before Arthur says he’ll text John and explain you’d no idea he was going to be here. 

“Good. I meant for this to be a surprise!” you say, gesturing to your covering. 

Arthur smiles and puts his hand on his hip. “Well, I am surprised to see it. What’s this for?” 

“Well, what do you think, Arthur?” 

“Let me see it,” he says. 

You smile and relax your body, flipping what little of the comforter you used to cover yourself. You take on a pose, thrusting out your chest and spreading your legs. You shaved your undercarriage earlier, so he can get a full view of everything. 

“Damn, girl,” he says. You look up at him and see where he’s staring. It makes you blush. “Seriously though, why’d you even put this thing on? You could have sat like this butt-naked and I’d be happy.” 

“Aren’t you glad I didn’t? Otherwise John would have seen everything.” You enunciate the word. “Besides, this is supposed to be for teasing you, making you excited. Like a present.” 

“Well it’s certainly doin’ that. And I’m glad that if John had to see you like this, he didn’t get a full view.” 

You giggle and gesture him forward with a finger. He smiles and walks over, stripping out of his clothes as he does so. He’s already half hard by the time he gets to you. 

“You know, I think I actually like this thing,” he says, sliding his hands over your hips as you lay down for him. “You look sexy as hell in this.” 

He bends down and kisses you, then his hands go to the top of the piece and he pulls down, popping your nipples out so he can play with them. Then his hand glides down and starts playing between your folds, making you groan into his mouth. 

“I’m definitely sold on this,” he says. He starts kissing down your body, his lips gliding over the black material and then he kneels down by the bed, staring up into your slit. He kisses your inner thigh and grabs your knees, spreading them even more. 

 “A’right, darlin’. You say this is to make you like a present. I’m ready to see what’s inside.” 

You tremble under him as he goes to work, using his tongue to bring you to your edge. As you moan and writhe under him, his mouth working wonders, you definitely feel this piece was worth every penny.

#rdr2 fanfic #red dead fanfic #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x female reader #awkward asks

[trashy-cowpoke]

The cons of dating our boahs

Arthur: is stuck on an ex lover / doesn't think he's good enough for you / isn't good at talking to ladies 90% of the time / the only pet name he'll give you is boah / might give you his disease

John: doesn't know what a bath is / already has a kid / iq of -2 / will ding-dong ditch you if you got pregnant with his baby / shtinky boi

Dutch: will ignore your entire existence / would rather rob trains than your virginity / in love with Hosea / always thinking about that 'one last score' / even though he's not even that in love with you, he expects you to stay loyal to him

Hosea: very dramatic age difference / gay for Dutch / lier lier pants on fire / coughs more than Arthur / will probably die DECADES before you

Javier: will bully you in Spanish / will rant on about his loyalty towards Dutch / is too hot for you anyways / will leave you for Dutch on any given day / loves his appearance more than you

Lenny: an insufferable know-it-all / too young to drink with you / smarter than you / but is too stupid to think ahead a little (because that's what got him killed)/ refuses to date you if your name doesn't rhyme with his

Bill: hairline worse than Jojo Siwa's/ tsundere 1000/ drinks more than the recommended monthly amount daily/ too thicc for your own good/ the grouchy smurf

Micah: it's Micah for fuck's sake

If you guys want me to do anybody else, just let me know. Also, I'm sorry that some of these are kinda bad it's my first time doing something like this

#arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan #john marston #john marston x reader #dutch van der linde #hosea #rdr2 hosea #Hosea Matthews #javier escuella #javier escuella x reader #Bill Williamson #bill williamson #Lenny Summers #lenny summers #Micah Bell #rdr2 #rdr2 fandom #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption meme

[caffeine-cowboy]

Ooh, what about 🍩, 💰, 💸, 🗺️?

🗺️Favourite Location in Red Dead OH and 📷 love me some cowboy pics

Absolutely, thank you friend! ❤  (this got so long omg oops)

🍩Do you play thicc boi or skinny boi? (Arthur or John)

I try and keep both bois at average ‘cause I am very prone to forgetting to eat in-game due to getting distracted by things and I feel bad for accidentally underfeeding my cowboys 😭 So generally skinny bois...

💰Favorite Mission:

THIS IS A HARD ONE, I think the steamboat one (A Fine Night of Debauchery) for sheer chaos and fun, it’s got everything! Fancy party! Deception! The lads all fancied up! Theft! Destruction! Gunfights! I had a blast. Although in terms of ones that stuck in my mind to the point I replayed them multiple times, shoutout to both Do Not Seek Absolution missions for imo some of the most understatedly powerful writing and beautiful music in the game, and also That’s Murfree Country for a) KICKING ASS WITH CHARLES and b) specifically the fact that taking Meredith home is part of the mission just really makes it for me. Arthur’s so careful and gentle and I’m very sad that we don’t run into her again because I think it’s a missed opportunity. 

(And THIS ANSWER’S ALREADY TOO LONG BUT SHOUTOUT TO BLACK BELLE’S MISSION FOR ALSO BEING GOOD RAUCOUS FUN) 

💸Least Favorite Mission: 

It feels like the easy option to pick the Saint Denis bank robbery or any other story missions that contain major character deaths or other super sad shit, so I’ll try and go with something else. Blessed are the Peacemakers (aka arthur getting kidnapped) is extremely uhh evocative and well done but also pretty disturbing if you’re not entirely used to playing games where you have to, say, follow button prompts to, say, plunge a hot file into your own shoulder to cauterise a wound. I was not prepared lmao

🗺️Favourite Location in Red Dead: 

This is so hard to pick as well 😭 because this whole game is so gorgeous!! I think Big Valley is probably one of my favourite general areas, although the whiskey bottle tree warrants a mention as a place I find really memorable as well as beautiful with the classic Western Feel(tm) 

and 📷 for a picture!

have this extremely dramatic shot of John I took when the lighting Did That and I thought ‘oh I have to’ 

and also a bonus warm and fuzzy boah 

RDR2 ask game!

#this got so long lmao SORRY #red dead #pyeblu

[shyeehaw]

Helping their S/O with cramps.

Request:  Can i get some headcannons about ( Arthur - Javier - John - Sean - Charles - Dutch ) dealing or trying to help their s/o or crush with period cramps yknow some fluff.

Arthur

The sweetest boah, he will be worried out of his mind! It doesn’t matter if it happens every month, it still worries him.

Arthur will carry piles of blankets and won’t mind adjusting every single pillow until you are comfortable.

Once you told him that heat helps, he holds you close and plays with your hair until you fall asleep.

Will go out for jobs feeling heartbroken for leaving you alone feeling like that.

Once he gets back will spoil you with kisses and candy he brought back from town.

Arthur will talk to you with a soft tone, offering help with anything you need.

He will show you his drawnings, chat about his day, ask for advice... anything to get your mind off the pain.

Arthur being the sweetheart he is, asked Abigail how he could help (stuttering and embarassed as hell, sure).

And now he takes you for walks around camp, because she said it’s good to keep active.

He will ask you to lay your head on his shoulder and just breath in the fresh air.

He will sketch you in his journal, insisting that you look gorgeous as ever.

Javier

He is thoughtful and will be pretty understanding if you feel like not moving the whole day.

While keeping you company, Javier will talk to you about anything so it distracts you from the pain.

Will gently rub your belly if you think it helps.

“Heat helps, mi amor?” Javier will prepare you a warm bath and gladly massage your back while you are at it.

You will get your day brightened by the flowers he brought you.

It’s still Pearson’s stew, but at least Javiers brings it to your tent, so you don’t have to get up.

Will wrap you up in his poncho and cuddle with you by the fire if the gang is having any gatherings.

John

Oh let’s be honest, John lacks a bit of tact when it comes to these things.

But when he sees you rolling around in pain, he starts taking it more seriously.

It’s not that he doesn’t believe you, he just thought it was something you were used to.

“John, it hurts!”, he will stare at you with that “error - page not found” look, trying to guess what he can do.

John will help in his own way. Running errands on your behalf and keeping you distracted from your cramps.

While his at town, John will bring you all the needed supplies without questioning.

John gets a bit awkward about it, but will do anything to get you comfortable.

He wants to kiss you and hold you, but it’s afraid of moving you too much. Until you explain to him that is okay.

In those days, he will be more gentle with the way he speaks, making you feel loved and beautiful, even if you feel bad about your bloated self.

He’s not much the pampering type, but he always gets you something that will make these days easier.

“By the way I... brought you one of them books you like.” He will say giving you a kiss on the forehead “I don’t know, might distract you.”

Sean

“Seaaan, It hurts so bad.”

“What do I do? How can I help? Y/N?!?”

He gets so anxious by seeing your face all scrunched in pain.

A blabbering mess, Sean always forget the headache part of the period.

“Oh shit! Sorry Y/N! Yer head must be killing ya!”

He loves bringing you chocolate, but honestly?  Sean will probably eat half of it with you.

He will stay beside you showering you with kisses and compliments.

“Yer looking lovely today, dear! Even if ya bleedin”

“Thanks Sean...”

He knows better than making fun of how moody you get. He learned the hard way.

But he still tries to make you laugh.

Seeing you smiling and forgetting even a little bit about the pain makes him so happy.

He doesn’t want you to know, but he asked the girls what he can do to help you.

Sean gets extra clingy when you have your cramps, he just wants to hold you and make you feel loved until you get better.

Charles

Picture the most caring and worried boyfriend ever, that’s Charles.

He can’t stand seeing you in pain. So he will spare no efforts to make you super comfortable.

If you ever pass out from the cramps he will get extra careful, keeping you company and helping you at all times.

Will make a delicious peppermint tea to keep you warm.

With the temperature drop at night, he will place your body on top of his and sleep like this.

When he was younger, Charles saw his mother extracting some oil from lavender and using on the younger girls.

She explained to him that it helped with the pain.

So he will do the same, massaging your lower back with it.

When your cramps get really bad, he ask you to squeeze his hand as hard as you can.

With passionate kisses, he will make you forget for a while how painful it is.

Charles doesn’t mind staying the whole day in bed with you, cuddling your way out of those awful cramps.

Dutch

Dutch is always busy but as soon as he learn how unwell you are feeling he drops everything.

“Dutch what you think about this train robbery Micah is telling us?”

“I don’t know ask Hosea!”

He can’t focus knowing that you are in pain.

He will spoil you rotten. Want water? Stay there, he will fetch it for you. Want a feet rub, of course!

An absurd amount of chocolate and your favorites candies will be at your disposal.

When the cramps are getting the best of you, Dutch will feel helpless for not being able to help.

“It hurts me to see you like this, my dear.”

He likes to put you in his lap and give you the most amazing back rub you can wish for.

If you want some space he’ll give you, but Dutch likes to be around and be useful when you are feeling like this.

Will be furious at anyone who dares to scream or speak too loud near the tent you two share.

Now he knows heat helps, Dutch will fill (and refil as many times you want) a flask with hot water and wrap in one of his many fancy blouses.

At night, he will hug you from behind and keep you warm and whisper to you.

“It will pass soon, hold on dear.”

#arthur morgan #javier escuella #sean macguire #charles smith #dutch van der linde #john marston #arthur morgan x reader #javier escuella x reader #sean macguire x reader #charles x reader #dutch x reader #john marston x reader #rdr2 headcanons #charles smith x reader #writing requests <3 #cramps

[yeetmetotahiti]

If the gang actually got to Tahiti

Dutch: Smug af but also bullshitting his way through everything since he really didn’t expect this outcome. Still trying for that mango farm though. Trying his best to keep the gang out of trouble like the bunch of children they are.

Hosea: Also did not expect to get this far. Doesn’t understand how Dutch actually made this work. Helps him bullshit his way through it and they eventually land a few shacks for the gang. He starts the bonfires they have every night.

Arthur: Is still not too keen on this whole island thing. Guarma was enough island life for him. Still, he enjoys how happy the gang is and once he gets to relax he spends in laying in the sand next to some palm trees. Gets really good at drawing the island life; sits in a tree to do it.

John: Hates how hot it is here but loves that Abigail and Jack seem to enjoy it. Will #NOT go anywhere near that water though. The beach and wadding in to his knees is as far as he’ll go. Always gets shit from the others about not being able to swim still. This may or may not lead to him almost drowning from drunken antics.

Charles: Not too sure about the heat, but he does find it beautiful there. Loves to ride Taima on the beach or through the jungle. Before long he’s made friends with some of the local wildlife. He takes up spear fishing, and floats around in the water to relax.

Javier: Has bad memories from Guarma and is very hesitant to even try to like this place. Spends his time in the sand playing his guitar and grooming Boaz. Turns out he really likes coconut, who knew!

Kieran: This poor boah deserves this! He loves the sand, the water, the sky, everything! He finally gets to relax and not be so nervous all the time. Sure, he still gets picked on, but he knows the threats are (mostly) empty now.

Sean: Please don’t leave him in the sun too long. He loves to relax under an umbrella and drink. Tries to impress some local ladies with his shooting skills. It doesn’t go well.

#rdr2 #red dead 2 #red dead redemption 2 #van der linde gang #arthur morgan #dutch van der linde #john martson #javier escuella #charles smith #hosea matthews #sean macguire #kieran duffy #there are so many characters i couldnt get to #forgive me #tahiti #yeet

[unexcusable]

Druck, 11. January 19:30 Translation

Wow so this took ages. I wanted to try it out once, see what it’s like. Well. Respect to everyone who manages to do it as fast as you do, really. 

Read below xx

Hanna’s text: Did you take out comments about you btw?

Are you going to come soon? Please! I don’t wanna be alone here #Jonas

Mia: Yes, on my way

Axel’s text: You don’t need to bring a tooth brush, I have a spare one here.

Mia: Fuck..

Mia’s text to Hans: I forgot my key at home! When are you going to be back home? Linn is at her parents’.

Hans: I’ll be back around midnight. Cool?

Mia: Cool. How’s your peeing going?

Hans: Ouch. Ps: Took 50 Euro from the till for my sick aunt aka. drugs.

 Voice over for Hanna: Totally cute. Bitch. Red devil. Ex BFF. Arrogant. The best. Glued to Jonas (Jonas Klette). Best decision of my life. 

Voice over for Amira: Headscarf (8x). Coolest of all. Women power. Salafist. Inshallah. is-is (?) cool :) 

Voice over for Matteo: Chill guy. Jonas copy. Purist or aesthetic/creative mind (=Feingeist, hard to translate). Is in our year. Cute. Brother. Can kiss well. 

Voice over for Alex: Arrogant snob (3x). Didn’t he graduate last year? Spaz. Cocky. Porsche = small dick. Hot. Wow I wanna fuck that guy. Totally cute. Bad boy. Arrogant. Jerk. Cocky. Heartbreaker. 

Voice over for Mia: Best friend. Politically correct. Red lips. Feminism. Hot. Lesbian? Really pretty. Quite nice. Always sits in first row. Eyebrows. Habibi. Boring. Most beautiful woman in the world.

Girl or Hanna: So? 

Mia: I don’t want to take out anything. I still feel like either everyone is allowed to take out their comments or no one. 

Girl: We’ve had this discussion. I can’t be bothered running after every single person in our year. Again. 

Amira: The years before us did it exactly the same way. 

Mia: It doesn’t matter. Just because we’re in the committee doesn’t mean we should have more power. 

Matteo: None of it really matters though, right? 

Alex: No, I disagree. I think Mia is right. We’ll just do it like this, we’ll give everyone two weeks time to censor comments. Who doesn’t report anything in those two weeks, well tough luck. By the way, I don’t want any of it deleted. In twenty years I’ll still want to know what kind of an arrogant snob I was. 

Girl: Okay. Then let’s do it like that. I’ll send out the documents via the distribution list (e-mails). 

[Bell rings]

Hanna: What happened to him? 

Amira: Boah nice.

Alex: Could somebody maybe help me out? 

 Hanna to Matteo: So where’s Jonas?

Matteo: No idea. He was supposed to come but I don’t know. 

[Girls saying bye]

Hans’ text message: Looks like it will be 1am after all. Peace. Signed: Tripper-Hans (word play because tripper means gonorrhea and he’s tripping on drugs, too)

Mia: Fuck.

Bye. Get home safely. 

Thanks again Alex. 

Ciao.

Mia: What’s going on? 

Amira: We gotta go, I still have to study. And Leoni has plans to meet. 

Mia to Hanna: And you?

Hanna: I promised my dad we’d go to the movies, sorry. But we can talk tomorrow. 

Amira: Bye cuties. The bus is about to come, ciao.

Mia: You can’t just leave me here alone with this psycho. 

Hanna: You can also just go home?

Mia: I forgot my keys.

Hanna: And Hans and Linn? 

Mia: Hans is coming home in two hours and Linn isn’t around. 

Hanna: Ugh. Sorry, really. But I really gotta go, I’m already late. 

Takes you half an hour anyway to get home (I think that's what she said, not sure exactly). Just stay a little and then leave soon. And if something happens, call the police. 

Mia: Funny..

Hanna: Bye Alex, thanks for the pizza.

Alex: K, bye.

Guy coming out of the bathroom: Where is everyone? 

Mia: Gone.

Guy: Shit. How late is it? 

Mia: Half past 10. Is everything ok? 

Guy: Yeah, yeah thanks. 

Alex: Is.. is that puke? 

Guy: No. Yeah, I don’t know.. I usually never drink.. Ugh, fuck. 

Alex: And you? 

Mia: I forgot my key. And my roommate is only coming home in two hours. I’m gonna go now. And to see a movie. Or. I’ll lay down in the park. 

Alex: Mhm.. You could stay here for a bit, I’ll drive you home later. 

Mia: But you’re not allowed to drive anymore? 

Alex: Then I’ll call my driver… Does he really have a driver? Hm. Is he that rich? No.. or maybe he is..

I’m gonna make us some cocoa. 

Ugh. No more milk. Eh.. do you like rose hip tea? 

Mia: What?

Alex: If you like rose hip? 

Mia: Rose hip? (she intonates it differently) Mhm [nodding]

This is a residential-owned flat right? (asking if they/he own/s it) 

Alex: Yes. My sister used to live here. 

Mia: Your sister? 

Alex: Yes. Uhm, you want some honey? 

Mia: Yes.

What’s here? 

Alex: Uh, nothing. 

Do we want to go sit down over there?

Mia: Do you play? Or is this just here to impress girls? 

Alex: No. 

Mia: Be honest now. Why are you suddenly so nice to everyone? Hm? 

Alex: Do you play? 

Mia: Of course I can play. 

Alex: Don’t lie. 

Mia: Why would I be lying? 

Alex: To wind me up 

M: Nope. I really do play. 

A: So play something. 

M: Don’t feel like it. 

A: Right. 

M: What are you paying? 

A: Excuse me? 

M: I’m a professional. I don’t play for free. 

A: I’ve got.. 2.40, 43 cents. 

M: No way. 

A: How much? 

M: Fifty

A: Ten, max.

M: Fifty.

A: Twenty. 

M: Fifty.

A: Forty / M: Fifty

A: Okay.

Mia: Embarrassing. 

A: What about it? Totally handy. Anyway, I got this from my grandma. 

M: Ugh, now he’s starting with his grandma again. 

[She plays, he takes the money]

M: Okay, okay, for real now. 

[they giggle. He takes the money again.]

M: Okay, sorry, sorry, for real now. Really. I swear. 

[After she’s done playing]

A: Who was this from? 

M: Drake. 

Hans’ text message: Hey biatch. Could you maybe sleep over at Hanna’s after all?

I just met Emilio and guess what? He’s also got gonorrhea! #metoo

M: Ugh, fuck. 

Mia’s text to Hanna: Hey.. Could I sleep over at your place after all? Hans isn’t coming home anymore :/ 

[text message not read]

A: Is something the matter? 

M: My roommate stood me up. Doesn’t matter, I can surely sleep over at Hannah’s.. I’m going to check when the next train is. 

A: You can sleep here. 

M: I don’t think that’s a good idea. 

A: Not the way you think. 

M: No, if, then not the way you think.

A: Seriously now. You sleep on the bed. I’ll sleep on the camping mat. I need to leave tomorrow super early. Let’s not make a big deal out of it. 

M: Why don’t you sleep here on the couch? 

A: The fridge is very loud. 

M: It really is loud.

A: You could also rent my bed. Like at a hotel. One night. My freshly made bed. 

M: How much? 

[after Alex gives her the new tooth brush]

M: Funny. 

[gives him back the 50]

A: Thanks.

Hans’ text message: Tripper-Emilio was done quickly and had leftovers of liver sausage on his mattress, ergo I’m gonna be home soon after all. You still coming? 

Hanna’s text message: Oh no sweetie! Sure come by if you still want to? 

Mia’s text to Hans: It’s all good, I’m at Hanna’s. kiss

Mia’s text to Hanna: It’s all good, Hans is back! Kiss and I’ll see you tomorrow

 Alex: No human falls asleep that fast. 

Mia: Yes. (or: do too/sure) 

A: Good night, Mia Winter. 

M: Good night, Axel Hardenberg. 

A: It wasn’t really Drake though, was it? 

#druck #11 januar #19:30 #druck translation #die schönste frau der welt #alex was adorable in this one #a prince really #winterberg #german skam #this clip though #je suis morte de mignon #doesn't seem to show up in the tag sadly #maybe i used the f word too many times hhh #druck-translation

[squidproquoclarice]

The stuff in Sunrise about treating TB is something I didn't know so you've done a cool thing in bringing that to life. I like that Arthur isn't just suddenly okay in a month with no explanation of how he got there. How long do you think it will take him to be cured?

Heh, even today, nobody is cured of TB in a month.  I believe it’s something like a six month course of multiple antibiotics, and that’s if you’re lucky and your TB isn’t antibiotic resistant. Because TB is one mean bastard of a microbe.  Evolutionarily and microbiologically, it’s impressive.  So epidemiologically, it’s a Goddamn nightmare.I wanted to write a realistic depiction of what it took to recover from TB c. 1900.  Because as modern people, we often don’t get a real hard look at what things were like in the pre-antibiotic era, and how lucky we are to live in the time we do with that kind of power against diseases that used to terrify people.I also didn’t want to go claiming the “magical Indian remedy at Wapiti” route.  Because while I have a very great respect for Native culture, including healing knowledge and lore, it feels kind of offensive to claim that as a handwave solution.  It’s exoticizing POC culture without bothering to do the legwork to depict that culture realistically as something besides the Magical Other who exist to help out your white protagonist.   The game did a good job overall in showing the Wapiti as a people with real problems, diverse viewpoints, and crucially, Arthur (and other white folks like Monroe and Sadie) helps them out by being able to use his privileged position and access as a white man, but it doesn’t become a White Savior narrative where he rescues the tribe from all its problems.  When you’re dealing with a non-real tribal entity in the Wapiti, yeah, there’s some wiggle room, but they clearly draw a good bit from High Plains tribes, including speaking Lakota, so let’s be respectful stewards when we depict and borrow POC cultures.  (C’mon, white people, let’s be better?  Please?)Anyway, back to TB.  As I’ve said, I’m kind of bridging the gap between the “go west and rest for your TB” era where TB communities tended to spontaneously form (c. 1850-1900) and the “formal isolation in TB sanatoria” era (c. 1900-1950) , and Las Hermanas sort of reflects that.  It’s got the “yay, hot dry climate!” mentality of the former, but some more of the structured recovery plan, quarantine, etc. of the latter.  So it’s sort of a hybrid community/sanatoria.  Felipe Garcia’s protocol for recovery is a lot more structured than “sit in the fresh air, rest, and hope it does you some good”, but it’s nowhere near as rigid as some of the later regimens you’d find in a sanatorium, where patients’ lives were literally run by a strict daily schedule.In terms of how long it’ll take Arthur to be “cured”, that’s a tough question.  He’ll never be cured.  Like cancer, back then, the best you could do was put TB into remission, and hope it stayed in hibernation.  Sometimes it did.  Sometimes it didn’t, and it came back again.  Marion Davies, who I wrote in ch 10, is an example of a time when it didn’t.  If you made it 10 years you could more or less hope to live a normal life, but the knowledge of the TB being there would stick with you anyway.The long-term survival rate of TB pre-antibiotic was only about 50%, and a lot of the 50% who survived were probably less bad off than Arthur when they sought treatment.  But our boah is stubborn, and he’s pretty damn resilient to do what he did, even despite TB.I’m giving him some optimistic recovery timelines given realistically, he could struggle with it for 5 years or more, or never fully recover.  As is, in ch 10 at 6 months into Garcia’s program, he’s able to take short rides, do some stuff like fishing and the like, but he’s still getting tired pretty easily, and he knows he has to take frequent breaks to recover.  He’s not able to do intense physical labor yet, or things like hunting aside from taking down some rabbits or ducks while riding.  (No legendary grizzly hunts for you, sir.)I’ll say at one year in he’ll be probably 90% recovered, and able to do most things again.  Hard labor is possible, but he’ll have to limit how much he does it.  Still working on rebuilding the last of his strength and stamina, and still having to be careful about pushing himself too hard, as he always will.  By 18 months he’ll be close to normal again on capabilities, but his reserves are still lower.  Which means, yeah, he can go ride across two states chasing a bounty or whatever, but he might need to sleep pretty hard at the end of it.  He’ll probably keep recovering that last 10% over the next five years or so, and he’ll always have some slight limitations compared to pre-Chapter 5 in-game. It just as easily could have taken him two to five years to hit those marks, but honestly, given he’s already 36--37 by ch 11--I decided to go with a realistic but optimistic timeline to give him a chance to have a more normal life soon.  If he’d been 21, I could have decided differently.  ;)

#arthur morgan #tb is a bastard #rdr2 #thank you for coming to my red talk #Anonymous

[im-genie-for-your-wish]

“That’s my dragon.” [D.O.] (3/12)

Group: EXO Member: D.O Word Count: 1215 (chapter) / 13156 (total) Summary: Do Kyungsoo, stereotypical brooding genius who doesn't really play any role in your life... Until Dame Boah declares the two of you must take care of an dragon egg together to see who gets the chance to become a full-fledged Dragon Rider. With the stakes raised sky high, you struggle with your newfound archnemesis and your tumultuous relationship with him, learning a little (a lot?) about yourself along the way. Tags: Enemies to lovers

PART I  |  Part II  |  Part III  |  Part IV  |  Part V  |  Part VI  |  Part VII  |  Part VIII  |  Part IX  |  Part X  |  Part XI  |  Part XII  |  All

“She’s totally crazy.” Kyungsoo gnawed on his thumbnail, and his steps grew louder and louder as he trudged down the hallway.

Chanyeol patted his friend on the shoulder. “I think you’re one step away from having a nervous breakdown. You need to calm down.”

Kyungsoo’s footsteps grew even louder. “I can’t! I can’t relax as long as she’s there, and she’s always there like every mome—”

“She also has a right to the egg,” reminded Chanyeol. He was used to being the voice of reason during Kyungsoo’s freak-outs. “Look, forget about it. We’re going to have a good time going out because you’ve spent so much time in the nursery that I’m worried you might turn into an egg.”

“Fine.” Kyungsoo forced himself to relax, sucking in deep breath after deep breath. “How was mucking out the stables after Dame Boah caught you and Jongdae trying to prank the newcomers?”

Faced with Chanyeol’s bright smile and soothing voice, Kyungsoo calmed down. By the time they reached the tavern, he felt downright mellow. And then he walked in and saw you. You obviously hadn’t noticed him yet, judging from the giant grin plastered on your face. You never smiled like that with him, barely showed any other expression other than a smirk or tight-lipped frown. What had you laughing so hard now?

“No way.” Your husky voice travelled across the room crystal clear. Kyungsoo was sure that he’d be able to pick you out of a crowd of a thousand voices by this point since he’d heard you complain and nag so often.

“That her?” Chanyeol peered over Kyungsoo’s shoulder. “She doesn’t look too bad.”

“Neither do you,” snapped Kyungsoo as he slunk toward the other end of the bar. You still hadn’t noticed him yet which surprised him. Usually by this time you would glare at him and throw a sarcastic quip his way. Something had grabbed your attention.

Someone, Kyungsoo corrected himself as he watched you lean over and touch the bicep of the person sitting across from you.

Chanyeol observed the scene, an amused smile playing over his lips. “You know if you stare any harder your eyeballs might fall out of your head.”

“Who’s staring?” Kyungsoo muttered, accepting the drink Chanyeol handed him without protest. “It’s just nice to know that she’s annoying other people too.”

“Right”—Chanyeol raised up both hands to form air quotes—“annoying them. They don’t look so annoyed to me.” As if to prove his point, the person across from you threw back their head and guffawed, drawing the attention of several nearby bar occupants. “You didn’t tell me she was funny.”

“She’s not.” Distracted by your antics, Kyungsoo took a large swig of his drink and burst out coughing. “Shit, Chanyeol, what’s in this?” Chanyeol began to list off a rather large number of alcohols, and Kyungsoo shook his head. “Whatever.” He turned his attention back to the drink, rotating his body so that he faced toward Chanyeol and away from you, and decided to ignore you the rest of the night. He should’ve known better than to think he could accomplish such a task.

In the middle of recounting an unsavory tale of cow dung and flaking dragon scales, Chanyeol’s eyes widened. Kyungsoo felt the sigh bubble up from his chest before it left his throat. He refused to turn around.

“Uh,” Chanyeol squeaked as the sound of splintering wood and high-pitched screaming filled the air, “I think your friend might be in trouble.”

“She’s not my friend,” Kyungsoo said even as he slipped out of his chair and made his way toward the scene.

“Touch her one more time!” You shook off the restraining hands of well-meaning onlookers and kicked the stool in front of you again. The man before you cowered. He held up his hands, mumbling about forgiveness. The barmaid was long gone. No doubt she had ran the instant you had shoved the man off his chair, unwilling to lose her job over a slight that was considered “part of the industry.”

“I’m not interested in your excuses.” You dragged the man up by his collar, flexing your arms as you did so. You spent your days wrangling dragons; dealing with a civilian was no problem. “You don’t touch the women working here. Got it?” A slight tightening of your fist caused the man to nod. “Good.” You dropped him, unwilling to deal with the issue any longer.

When you spun around and saw Kyungsoo, you couldn’t help but groan. “You always turn up at the worst times, don’t you?”

Kyungsoo dropped a coin purse onto the counter as he bowed and apologized to the terrified manager behind the counter. So despite your good intentions, you still came out looking like the bad guy. You reached for your own coin purse—you could pay for your own mistakes—when a large hand swept down in front of you.

Park Chanyeol gave you a bright smile as he spoke your name. “I’ve heard so much about you. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

You pushed past your confusion and shook his hand. “Likewise.”

Later on, after you had begrudgingly thanked Kyungsoo and went on your merry way back home, you wondered how exactly Do Kyungsoo had landed a friend like Park Chanyeol. Chanyeol was everything he wasn’t—tall, bright, talkative, beautiful smile, kind eyes. What kind of sorcery had Kyungsoo cast to make this friendship happen?

Chanyeol burst out laughing when you asked him. “You know Kyungsoo’s actually a nice guy if you can believe it.”

“I can’t.” Your blood boiled just at the thought of him. The two of you had fallen into a cold war after the incident at the bar. He refused to take his money back no matter how many places you hid the coins. In your desperation, you asked Chanyeol to meet you so that he could give the money to Kyungsoo instead.

Chanyeol’s dragon, a young flighty Asian Wyrm named Toben, snorted in amusement. His hot breath stank of rotten meat.

“You have got to rinse after your meal,” you chided the dragon.

“Toben’s offended,” Chanyeol said. He moved to the opposite side as he continued to rub down the black dragon’s scales. “He says that he rinses in the river after every meal.”

Not good enough, you thought, but you didn’t voice it out loud. You weren’t here to antagonize Chanyeol’s dragon. “Could you just give him this?” You lobbed the bag of money over Toben’s long neck. “Please?”

The jingling of coins signaled to you that Chanyeol caught the bag. “All right on one condition.”

You froze in the middle of your sneaky exit.

“You gotta stop giving my friend such a hard time.” Chanyeol’s usually light tone turned serious. “I know that you probably have your backstory, but Kyungsoo does too. All I’m saying is try to get to know him some. You might find that he’ll surprise you.”

You heaved out a sigh. “Fine.” Chanyeol was right; you hadn’t bothered to get to know Kyungsoo at all because from your first interaction, you had labeled him as unredeemable. But you had your reasons to hold onto this dragon egg and so did Kyungsoo. It would only be fair to try and get to know them.

#d.o scenario #kyungsoo scenario #exo scenario #exo scenarios #do kyungsoo scenario #kpop scenario #kpop scenarios #thats my dragon

[puste--blume]

Tag tag tag tag tag :D

I was tagged by @steampouda , whoop whoop another tag

Rules: answer all questions (that you can), add one question of your own and then tag as many people as there are questions (same as @steampouda, Im also just gonna tag a few, sorry, there are too many on here )

I’ll tag @notthecarlilefromtwilight , @1stlieutenant-riza-hawkeye, @heartandstride, @aviragooutoflesbos, @redflamel, @angua-von-uberwald @story-flower If you want to do this :D

coke or pepsi: uhm water please, I hate sweet pop

disney or dreamworks: How could I decide?! See, I love the quirky dreamworks style but seeing as they still have to give me a good female protagonist i’ll have to go with Disney (and especially Mulan)

coffee or tea: coffee AND tea, jeez, why not both?! 

books or movies: Ok , well see here, movies adapted from books usually suck but I love me some good cinematography and I currently own about 200 DVDs (I’m not kidding) and regularly spend my money on movie theatre tickets, but then I read almost always at least 3 different books at once. Ugh fine I chose movies.. no books... bovies!

windows or mac: windows

dc or marvel: team marvel!!! have you guys SEEN LOGAN??!! fdjkfdhsaj soo good

x-box or playstation: uhm don’t own either but playstation, i really wanna get one

dragon age or mass effect: don’t really have an opinion

night owl or early riser: night owl trying to become an early bird

Cards or chess: ...board games, but in this case cards, I’m not a strategic thinker

chocolate or vanilla: chocolate <3

vans or converse: uhm I own 2 pairs of converse and no vans so I have to say converse

Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash, or Adaar: who?

fluff or angst: fluff, I just hate reading angst

beach or forest: forest by the beach (see, I’m good at wiggeling out of things haha

dogs or cats: I’m severly allergic against both so turtles, especially greek turtles, testudo hermanni boettgeri :)

clear skies or rain: clear skies all the way

cooking or eating out: cooking, unless I’m lazy

spicy food or mild food: depends, I like spicy food if its done right, like not peppery spice but like ginger etc spice. So don’t just put hot sauce on stuff but actually season it spicy

halloween/samhain or solstice/yule/christmas: halloween is not so big where I live so really solstice/yule/christmas, when the whole family comes together :)

would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot: I’m always cold so being a little too hot but balance things out a bit. Because I mean if you can make the a little too cold feeling go away by putting on more clothing, ok, then I’ll chose that, but in case it’s something that never goes away, I’d rather be a little too hot all the time

if you could have a superpower, what would it be: lol, I just dreamed about being an OC marvel mutant that could influence the feelings of people nearby and that shit is pretty powerful, so I’ll chose that. closely followed by being able to fly, I mean, who doesn’t want that right?

animation or live action: animation (by the way, I’m still really freaking out about how bad they can make the fullmetal alchemist live action... anyone still as worried as I am?)

paragon or renegade: what?

baths or showers: baths <3

team cap or team ironman: team iron man! c’mon, he has spidey <333

fantasy or sci-fi: BOTH IS GOOD, I hate deciding! also, as a lit major let me tell you the boundaries are pretty fuzzy, so I probably can get away with this :D

do you have three or four favorite quotes, if so what are they:      1:  Stories of imagination tend to upset those without one (Terry Pratchett)                                                                                                 2: A heart’s a heavy burden (Howl’s Moving Castle)                                3: Oooh! All right, that's it! Dishonor! Dishonor on your whole family! (Make a note of this:) dishonor on you, dishonor on your cow, dis...(Mulan)                                                                                              4:Udo: Hallo Kinder, ich bins der Udo. Das schreib ich mal eben an die Tafel, so.Kinder :äh, hä?! Kind 1: Da steht gar nicht Udo! Udo: Boah weißt du wie egal mir das ist, ich bin doch nicht euer Deutschlehrer! Ich lehre hier das grausamste Fach an der gesamten Schule, ja?! Kind1: Mathe? Kind 2: Sport? Udo: HAUSWIRTSCHAFTSLEHRE!!! *ziiing* *grillenzirpen* Udo: Was is? Kind1: hust Udo: Boah, das ist ein ernst zu nehmendes Fach, ja?!! Das is voll wichtig! (by the one and only coldmirror, Harry Potter und der Plastikpokal <3)

youtube or netflix: WHY DO YOU MAKE ME CHOSE; I LIKE THEM FOR DIFFERENT REASONS!!

harry potter or percy jackson: Harry Potter all the way

when you feel accomplished: I don’t know, when I’ve done something for my BA thesis paper?! I guess...

star wars or star trek: star wars <3333

paperback books or hardback books: hardback look nicer but I need books with me when I travel and since I move a lot, I have come to prefer paperbacks

to live in a world without literature or without music? ???!!! 

who was the last person to make you laugh? my boyfriend <3

sour or sweet candy: neither, I like all things chocolate though.

do you believe in aliens? I think its pretty cocky to assume we are the only lifeform out there, the universe is huge, man

dawn or dusk dusk :)

piercings or tattoos tattoos, I want one soooo bad, but I dont have money

girls? HOT????? damn yes we are <3

snow or fog fog, because I’m sooo sick of winter at this point

do you sleep facing the wall or the room? I move sooo much in my sleep, I face everywhere

TRC or AFTG: what does this stand for? 

horror or drama: uhm, I recently got into horror, so for today I’ll say horror

ocarina of time or majora’s mask? never played :( but I want to start getting into games more :)

would you rather live in an area of more nature or city? City, i’ve grown up in one and lived in a rural area for a year and hated it :D but I still like to have nature close to the city

what’s your addiction right now? gilmore girls, just got into it :D also, cosplay as a big convention is coming up :D

what languages can you speak? German, English and Polish

If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be? I honestly like living in Germany, we have good healthcare and the government isn’t so bad, but I think Sweden is cool, if it wasn’t for the long winters :D

sun or moon? moon :)

potato bread or banana bread? banana bread!

are horses good? yeah, I’m allergic but I especially LOOOOVE iceland ponys :D, I used to horseback ride until my allergies got to a point where I couldn’t see anymore after a lesson so my mom made me stop

Edward Elric or Alphonse Elric? dammit @steampouda, why did you have to make it so hard :D ok, well, I’m gonna go with Alphonse but never make a mother choose between her children 

Logan or Deadpool?

#tag #god so many questions #have fun doing this #all things geek #fullmetal alchemist #horses #deadpool #terry pratchett #disney #mulan #I'm gonna tag you all #we have 54 questions so far #I'm impressed #and excited to see what you all answer #logan #coffee or tea #the age old question #I just had coffee and am now making tea #so I really can't decide #either or tag #personal #answering stuff

[the-awkward-outlaw]

Second Chances - Epilogue 1

Take Me Home

Warnings: None!

Word count: ~2000

Masterlist 

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This version of the epilogue has no kids between reader and Arthur - if you want kids, read version 2 here

You wake up to the sounds of birds singing. Stretching, you open your eyes to view the canvas above your head. It takes a moment for you to wake up enough to sit up, but when you do, you see the tent’s empty. Arthur must already be out. 

Stepping out of the tent, you find him kneeling next to the fire. He greets you as you gaze around Cattail Pond before sitting down next to him. He’s just finished cooking some bacon that he packed along for the trip. When you’re seated, he pulls you into a big hug, kissing your temple affectionately. 

It’s been five years since he found you near Aurora Basin in Tall Trees. Five long, mostly good years, although you both still often remember the time you spent with the gang, both the good and the bad. 

After you left the gang and Hamish died, you decided to head out west where you both belonged. He wanted to go down as far south as New Austin near Tumbleweed, but you never liked it much down there. Too hot, too dry. Not enough green. When he asked you where you’d prefer going to, you automatically said Big Valley near Strawberry. To your surprise, he happily agreed. 

He found a good patch in the forest near the huge meadow. Said it was the perfect spot for you both to spend the rest of your lives as there was plenty of space and lots of game to hunt, plus Strawberry wasn’t too far. There, Arthur built you a home. You said it would be easier to just buy one of those premade homes you’d been hearing about. It would take less time and energy, plus it could be built before winter, but Arthur hated the idea. He said he wanted to build you something with his bare hands. You were sure he did it because you’d both lost so much recently and he just wanted something good to come from it. 

However, money was very tight when he began. The only money you had was the little from your satchel, which certainly wasn’t enough to buy the right tools for the job or horses or oxen to help. Arthur recalled the money left in Blackwater and he was sure Dutch or any of the others hadn’t gone back looking for it. So one night, you both snuck in and found, in a large tree near a headstone marked “Greta Van der Linde”, a small chest hidden inside with over $50,000. Neither of you could believe your luck, but you wasted no time in taking it. 

With the new money, Arthur bought two oxen, tools and even hired a few hands to help him cut down the lumber and shape it before building it. While he and the hands worked, you worked on getting a garden going. 

Soon after, the two of you got married. It was easily the happiest day of your life. It was very simple and few guests were there to witness it. Charlotte was one of them. She’d travelled all the way from Annesburg to Strawberry, but she said she wouldn’t dream of missing it. Charles was there as well. Word of the gang’s misfortunes had gotten to him up north. He believed you were both dead, but when he found no signs of your bodies, he pieced the story together and knew you’d both head west. He was the only one from the gang you and Arthur saw after John left. You wished he, Abigail, Jack and Sadie could have been there as well, but you’d heard nothing from them. They probably believed you and Arthur to be dead. 

The structure of the house took months to build and then winter came, which forced Arthur to stop building onto it. It didn’t stop him from continuing to cut the smaller pieces, such as the roof tiles. He also worked on getting the fireplace built so that the two of you could huddle under your tent and be warm near the fire in what would be the living room. 

It took two years until the house was finished and Arthur couldn’t have been prouder. He said it was for you, but you reminded him it was for his benefit as well. A few months later, he built a barn so Buell could have a proper stall. The old morgan you’d stolen died a few months previously, taken down by a broken leg. It was sad, but not as painful as losing Rannoch or Rain, both of whom you still miss deeply. It was easy to see Arthur still missed Artemis. 

When the barn was built, you and Arthur bought two milking cows and chickens, figuring it wouldn’t hurt to make your home into a functioning ranch. Arthur had other ideas, however. He came home one day with four mares and an exceptionally handsome blood bay thoroughbred stallion named Jake, stating he wanted to breed horses. You couldn’t say no, he seemed so excited. 

You still felt bad that you couldn’t give Arthur children. You knew he’d be a wonderful father, but he said he was actually happy you couldn’t. He said that after Eliza and Isaac, he didn’t want kids because he was scared he’d mess up or that what happened to them could happen to you. His heart simply couldn’t bear that pain. 

Arthur hands you the bacon and then leans back a bit on his hands. 

“What you thinkin’ about?” he asks. 

“Nothing really. Just how pretty it is out here.” He chuckles softly and kisses your head again. You were the one who asked to go on this hunting trip, still not liking to be tied to one place for too long, as beautiful as your home is. Arthur’s much the same way. He simply spent too much time moving from one place to the next with the gang that he gets easily frustrated when he’s been cooped up too long. 

“Reckon we should head back soon though. Carson will probably need help fixin’ the fence.” 

You sigh. Carson is a boy from Strawberry. He was the first hand Arthur hired to help build the house and then, to your surprise, built him a small one-room cabin not far from the property. When you asked him why, he stated that when he helped Micah escape the Strawberry prison, Micah killed a man and his wife. Carson happened to be their only son and he was all alone, except for his yellow lab Lily. Arthur felt guilty for Carson’s fate, so he invited the boy to live on your land and work as a hand. 

It was one of the best things Arthur’s done. Carson’s a pleasant, kind and thoughtful boy. He works well with the horses, but his affection for them is nothing compared to how he treats Lily. 

You could tell Arthur really liked her as well, but she wasn’t his dog so they couldn’t have the same relationship. So, for his birthday, you bought Arthur a mountain dog puppy. He and that puppy were in love at first sight and he named him Timber. From that moment on, they were inseparable. 

Timber runs over to Arthur now, his paws dirty from digging and his tail wagging. Arthur rubs his ears happily.

“Hey boah,” he says. Timber groans happily and then turns to lick you in the face. “You ready to see Lily?” 

Timber barks. He and Lily are extremely close. Not only that, Timber makes for a wonderful herding dog. He’s very protective of the new foals and when the horses are let out in the big meadow to graze, he watches them like a hawk. 

You and Arthur pack up your tent and douse the fire before mounting up on your horses. You pat your dapple bay breton mare who you named Ruby after Rain’s mother. She’s as big and tough as Artemis was, but looks nothing like her otherwise.  Arthur hops onto Buell’s back and together, you ride home laiden with pelts.You’ll likely keep a couple and then sell the rest. Your saddlebags are bulging with fresh herbs, which you’ll hang in the barn to dry.

After nearly an hour’s travel, you see the trail leading off to Pinewood Crest, your home. Arthur had wanted to name it Hosea’s Rest but you stated you needed to keep a low profile and try your best not to have any affiliations with the gang for both your protection. Carson waves to you from the meadow, where the mares and their foals are grazing. Timber runs over to Lily, barking madly. 

“Welcome back, Mr. and Mrs. Collins,” he says, running over. 

You both say hello and head to the barn to dismount and unsaddle. It was Arthur’s idea to change your aliases. You suggested keeping the name Tacitus Kilgore as it was easy for you to remember, but he said it wasn’t smart. That name was likely associated with Dutch now. Instead, he said he’d go by the name William Arthur Collins, that way if you called him Arthur, people wouldn’t find it suspicious. You also changed your name to Y/F/N Alice Collins. 

After putting everything away and hanging the herbs up to dry, you go out and stand at the edge of the meadow, watching the horses and cows grazing, Timber and Lily rolling in the grass. Arthur comes up from behind and folds his arms around you, pulling you against his chest. 

You sigh and rest your head against him, still watching the foals. There’s a small colt who looks exactly like Rain at that age and you named him Thunder. He kicks his heels, trotting circles around his bay mother named Willow. She ignores him, continuing to graze with the three other mares. Thunder runs near Buell and kicks out near him in play, but Buell just lifts his head, rumbles and then goes back to grazing. Ruby starts rolling in the dirt, making you laugh.

“Thought you were helping Carson fix the fence?” you ask. 

“Ah, he’s got it for a minute. Besides, you looked so happy over here, had to come be with ya.” 

He kisses your temple again. You turn and meet his lips with yours. He smiles against your lips and then looks out to the meadow once more. After everything you’ve done over your life, after all the suffering and hardship, you’d do it all over again if you knew it’d lead you here. You are happy. 

The End

**Thank you all so much for going on this journey with me. It breaks my heart to end this fic, but it has been such an amazing ride. I would never have gotten far without all the encouragement I’ve received. I cannot express my gratitude in words, but I’m still amazed at how this led me to meet so many amazing people and the friendships I’ve made because of this fic that was inspired by the incredible game Red Dead Redemption 2. Thank you all so much!**

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