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Heyy!

I’d prefer this fic be a long one lol

I was wondering if you I could request a soap x male reader fic where soap always gets hurt and and reader is a medic and he always takes care of soap. Reader ends up falling for him and they hang out a lot while not on missions.

Then reader expresses that he isn’t really good in combat and that’s why he is a medic, but then suddenly he’s sent out on a mission he clearly isn’t prepared for and soap gets angry and protective of him. Soap tried to find out why reader was sent on a mission and all he can do is sit and wait for him to return. Once reader returns he is hurt BADLY and soap loses it. Soap by his side 24/7 and when reader recovers, Soap taking care of him, helping him walk and watching his every move.

Soap really cares and he gives hugs and kisses , telling him it’s alright when reader cries . Soap hates seeing reader like that and wishes he could just take the pain away from him.

Just a lot of hurt & comfort / Fluff please

Time to Love

Pairing: John ‘Soap’ Mactavish x Male Reader

Summary: You got hurt, and Soap felt as if it was his fault he wasn’t there to save you.

Warnings: Typical mission violence, mentions of blood, near character death, hurt comfort, fluff.

Word Count: 1426

It’s been months since the start of your perfect relationship with Soap. Always hanging out in the medical bay, sharing kisses and stories before eventually turning back to your shared room at night by the end of your days.

“You’ve got to work on your stance!”

Soap laughed as he tripped you, catching you in his arms before you hit the ground, he leaned down to kiss your head gently. You chuckled at his actions and returned the kiss before he pulled you up on your feet.

“You need to go easy on me, you know I don’t ever fight.” You sighed as Soap kissed your cheek again, he was rather affectionate and you couldn’t help but enjoy all his love. You cupped his face and connected your lips with a short kiss before letting the man go.

“Alright handsome.. I suppose it’s time to go back to work then?” Soap frowned, his lips turning into a small pout and you couldn’t help but chuckle. “At some point.. everyone is just staying put in the med bay right now, there isn’t much to worry about given the time they need to rest.” You stated as you stepped away from him, adjusting your clothes after all the rough housing.

“I’ll see you around alright?” You hummed as you bid your boyfriend goodbye, you needed to check up on your patients anyways. You waved your boyfriend goodbye before quickly making your way to the medical bay, checking up on all your patients too.

What you didn’t expect was to see Price. He looked at you and nodded to follow him, this couldn’t mean anything too good, it was amidst the time of war anyways.

“What did you need me for Captain?” You looked at him with your arms crossed, watching how he shifted and seemed to be thinking his words over. “I need you on a mission, our team will be far from base, so I need you out there in case things turn for the worse, save who you can, whoever it’ll be.” Price stated as he gave you the file of everything you needed to know about your mission.

“Ghost will be accompanying you as well, I trust you to keep the team safe as they too do it for you.”

You nodded in understanding. “I’ll be on my way.” You were already getting ready to meet up with your team to head out, the cover of darkness will be the ideal time anyways, so hurrying to leave was best.

You don’t remember how much time has passed as your bullets fell onto the ground, your breathing fast, there were footsteps all around you as shots rang out through the building. You had been separated from your squad and was terrified no less. “Shit” You muttered as you held your pistol out in front of you, walking through the empty hall, littered with room on both sides.

It was too quiet for your liking. Your steps were the only thing you could hear as you dag your heel into the ground, you slowly went down the hall, checking every room. You felt the air grow heavier before you saw brief movement from the end of the hallway. Your eyes narrowed as you took a step closer, finding yourself within ten feet from the enemy.

In mere seconds, you found yourself facing a man who fired twice, a bullet piercing right though your thigh while the other got lodged in your shoulder, you cursed loudly in pain as you fired back, shooting the man in the head as his blood splattered across the wall and ground.

“Fuck-..”

You cursed as you limped into a room, finding bandages in your satchel as you began to wrap them tightly around your wounds, you hissed in pain as you reached for your radio.

“I’ve..” You breathed heavily as you sat yourself onto the ground.

“I’ve been hit. Top story, right hallway, last room. The place has been cleared, please come get me.”

You begged into the radio, bleeding out as you panted, it felt painful, searing through your body like tidal waves of hot molten lava crashing upon you with every passing second.

“I’m coming!”

You gritted your teeth as you tried to fight off the exhaustion that was slowly in casing you as you bled out. You had to stay awake, long enough to get help, though it was getting worse.

You heard voices, blurred and overlapping each other as you felt hands pressing against your wounds, speaking to you though you couldn’t recognize any words.

“Fuck..”

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Soap never knew you were sent on a mission, a dangerous one without him out there to protect you. Soap pleaded endlessly with Price to be sent out there to accompany you but his attempts were to no avail. He had to wait anxiously for you to get back.

He paced the room, hand running through his hair as he muttered curses, watching for any sign of you coming back home to him. He missed you dearly and was worried sick that you were hurt, or even killed.

Then he heard the garage doors of the base open as men yelled and tires pulled to a stop, screeching loudly. He yelled your name as he searched the cars for you, his heart dropped when he saw you being rushed off on a stretcher, bloodied and unconscious.

Soap didn’t think as he pushed aside soldiers to see you, looking over you, covered in your own blood.

“No.. no!”

Soap cried as he tried to reach for you as you were rushed off to the medical bay to get treated. But he was held back. Soap felt tears in his eyes, he couldn’t help you, he couldn’t save you.

“He shouldn’t have gone! He-!”

Soap cried as he was held back by Ghost’s arms. “It’s not your fault Soap..” “I don’t care!” Soap yelled as he felt tears fall onto his cheeks. He hated seeing you hurt, knowing it was his fault that he couldn’t protect you. You were everything to him, it would tear his world apart if you didn’t make it.

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You don’t know how much time has passed when you awoke, feeling soft yet rough hands caress your own and gentle pleading for you to be okay.

“Johnny?”

You croaked, your voice sounding hoarse before you turned to look over to your side.

“Over ‘ere dumbass..”

You jumped before looking over to the other side where your boyfriend sat. You couldn’t help but smile as he eagerly leaned forward to kiss your lips and face. “You scared me half to death!” He cried as he hugged you close, causing you to wince quietly, to which he apologized quickly.

“I’m sorry.. thought I’d be fine out there! Please don’t be mad..?” You chuckled sheepishly as you hugged Soap back before reaching for a water. “Mad? Oh love.. I’d never be mad at you, it wasn’t your fault anyways..” Soap reassured you as he kissed you once more before nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, his shubble tickling you.

“I’ll be making sure you’re taking it easy!” Soap warned as you laugh softly. “C’mon, let’s go back to our bed.. we can sleep and cuddle all day and night so you get the rest you need!” Soap exclaimed as he reached for you, eager to get you alone and for himself in the safety of your room.

You winced once you stepped foot onto the ground, almost forgetting that you’d been shot in the leg… however long it was ago. Soap rushed to your side, holding onto you tightly as he helped you stand more comfortably. He was by your side every step.

Not a few steps out of the room, you began to complain. “I’m too sore to walk!” Soap raised a brow questionably at you before he smiled, picking you up bridal style, making sure he was extra careful with you. He pecked your temple lovingly, bringing you back to your room where he laid you down comfortably and slid into bed next to you.

“Now take it easy alright? I’m not letting you out of my sight, darling.. I’ve missed you too much to let you go now.”

Soap kissed your forehead, his arms snaking around you to pull you close, his little safe haven he made for you while he showered you in love and affection.

It was about time you lay down your arms for a while, catch a break, and love while you still had the chance.

#fanfic #fanfiction #male reader #modern warefare 2 #soap x reader #soap x male reader #john mactavish x male reader #john mactavish x reader #no beta read

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Miguel w/an Innocent S/O

Warnings: Protective Miguel, Slight Yandere Miguel (if you squint), Implications of Smut, Fluff, More Fluff, Spooning, Mentions/Implications of injuries, Insecurity, No Pronouns used for Reader Except 'You'.

Him being fiercely protective of you 24/7.

If someone even so much as looks at you wrong, he stares them down until they either break down and start apologising, or their heart gives out.

You’re the only person he shows any affection to. You’re also the only person allowed to touch him. Period.

He’s so touch starved; please hold him and tell him he’s your big guy :-(

Goes FERAL when you rake your fingers through his hair; his eyes roll into his skull and he can’t help but moan a little, even if the context isn’t sexual.

Don’t bring it up or he’ll punish you for it later 👀.

He finds your innocence both endearing and worrying.

On one hand, you believe in the good of everyone, which, considering how insecure Miguel can be, is what initially drew him to you; your ability to empathise and sympathise with others, to not judge them.

However, he knows people would take advantage of your kind and giving nature.

One time, he found out that one of the Spiders – a Victorian England era ‘gentleman superhero’ – had tossed you a used coffee cup and told you to dispose of it on his behalf. When you tried to say something, to tell him you were busy and had better things to do, he just dismissed you.

Of course, Miguel had seen this. He has eyes on you every second of the day.

You never saw that Spiderman again. Nor did anyone else. All that seemed to remain of him was his suit thrown haphazardly into the storage room, where a great big tear edged with blood was ripped into the chestpiece, the hero’s signature top hat abandoned and crumpled beneath it.

He also broke another Spider-Person’s arm when they tried to steal one of the fairy cakes you’d lovingly baked for him; poured your heart and soul into.

Miguel also growls at people he thinks are looking at you strangely. Full-on bares his fangs like a rabid dog and watches them cower.

He purposely grows his fangs out and lets you play with them.

He’s careful to make sure you don’t get hurt, though, guiding your hands away from the pointed tips.

His guilty pleasure is when you kiss his fangs and tell him he’s “The coolest, most handsome man in the world!”

“Just the world?” He says, smiling, raising an eyebrow. His heart melts in his chest as your smile widens, eclipsing your eyes into crescents.

“In ALL the worlds!” You say, throwing your arms around his neck and hugging him, laughing. He brings his arms, thick and muscular, around your waist and pulls you into him, pressing ticklish kisses into your neck, revelling in your laughter.

Intimacy-wise, Miguel is horrified at the prospect of hurting you.

He’s ever so careful, as if handling glass, holding back his strength.

It’s worth it, though. The strain.

Especially when he hears you mewl and try to hide your face in his chest.

“Oh no, Sweetheart,” he says, tangling a hand in your hair and pulling your head back. His pointed fangs flint as he gives a smile. “I want to watch you like this.”

Loves your gentle kisses – they give him life.

Nothing can get him down when you’re around; especially when you’re sitting in his lap.

Though, issues have arisen as a result of your oblivion to…compromising positions.

More often than not, Miguel’s had to bite his lip and tongue when you shift in his lap, catching him, making his heart start and his breath shutter, electric anticipation jolting through him.

He takes you aside in the bathroom to deal with the issue you’ve unknowingly caused, but you don’t complain. Not that you can with your mouth full.

He looks at you with eyes which have seen the deaths of countless individuals, yet when he finds yours, he sees love and light spanning infinite universes within them. And they give him hope that there is more to life than loss and grief; more to him than his failures.

He revels in the feeling of you hiding behind him whenever you’re scared.

Sometimes he takes you to areas of the facility where he knows you’ll be easily frightened – for example, where captive villains are held – so he can feel your hands tightening around his arm or gripping the back of his suit. It makes him feel useful, like he can take on the world.

And he gets off on being the only person who can truly protect you. But he’d never tell you that, of course.

Loves demonstrating his strength around you. He can pick you up single-handedly and carry you anywhere without so much as thinking of breaking a sweat.

He prefers to be the big spoon, curling around you like a shield and protecting you from the outside world, his warm, broad chest to your back.

Tells you how much he loves you through hushed post-intimacy whispers and soft touches. Shows it through acts of service and the insurmountable adoration that fills his eyes whenever you’re around.

He can’t imagine being with anybody else. He can’t even remember the last time he felt anything save for contempt before you showed up.

And he’ll do whatever it takes to protect you. No cost is too great for the love of his life <3.

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Not an ask or request just wanted to say I love your new pfp and banner!! They’re amazing 🫶

Aw thanks 🥰🫶

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Oh boy we’re back at this again, thanks pendragon for the tag 😦

1. Brazil - Declan Mckenna

2. American Money - BØRNS

3. Dear Arkansas Daughter - Lady Lamb

4. Moonlight - Kali Uchis

5. Amor - Alta Elegancia, DannyLux

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was tagged by @laymedowninsheetsoflinen (hi!!) to list the top 5 songs i have on repeat rn!

1) seventeen - sharon van etten. I heard it in a yellowjackets shauna edit and it permenantly rewired my brain

2) get off - kittie. I love kittie sm

3) movies for guys - jane remover

4) faces - no swoon

5) night owl - metronomy

no pressure tags: @amethyinst @saltywinteradult @livelaughlesbianmistyquigley @airmanslament @mistoffeleesisawitch @ichooseviolence 💜

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Please

Wouldn’t it be funny if I started a whole series on Miguel lmao

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Wouldn’t it be funny if I started a whole series on Miguel lmao

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Thank @pendragon-writes for bringing me back to life

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Relationship status: Single

Favorite color: Wistful blue

Song stuck in my head: I was all over her

Three favorite foods: Pecking duck, ginger beef, salt and pepper squid

Last song listened to: portrait of a blank state

Dream trip: Edinburgh , Scotland

Last thing I googled: Miguel O’hara ao3 (no I won’t explain) 🧍

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Not a rq but got some hardcore smut coming soon cause I was bored af and wasn’t motivated enough to do reqs

#urban does not know wtf he’s doing

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sumtimes u just gotta take off yer cowboy hat n feel the breeze in ur hair partner 😔🍃 been desperately needin to draw big stinky

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Not only do I have to deal with the fucking slow updates and a bitchy writer coming out of his way to shame me for asking??

Fucking kys tf????

Damn, you emotional af.

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Can you write Arthur with Female reader?

I don’t really care what ever plot you come up with!

He shoots you and you die.

I simply only do mlm if you haven’t read my master list.

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Can I request Arthur Morgan with male reader, who is a part of the O'Driscoll gang and secretly helps the Van Der Linde?

Long story short, male reader gives Arthur information on the O'Driscoll's plans and so on, the rest of Arthur's gang know reader and how much he's risking for them by meeting up with Arthur to warn him and stuff. Reader approached them himself some time ago, as he saw just how wrong the stuff his gang did was, earned their trust and proved to be a good man. They asked him several times to dirch the O'Driscolls and join them instead, as he was experiencing some truly vile, down right abusive, treatment from his father, Colm O'Driscoll, but he couldn't, as he was scared it would bring harm to Arthur and his family (the gang).

One night, when the Van Der Linde were supposed to meet him, he didn't show up. Arthur went to their usuall spot, next to a river, where he found a note from Colm, saying to meet him in a few days there, alone, with no backup. If he didn't show up or obligated by the terms, he would kill reader.

The rest is completely up to you, but please make it have a good ending! My heart can't take anymore angst stories with a bad ending TvT

To Be Astray

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x Male Reader

Summary: A family gone mad, you’ve found yourself leaving for a better life but nothing every comes that easy in an outlaw’s life.

Warnings: Typical in-game violence, neglect, abuse, torture (a bit mild in a way), homophobia (very little)

Word Count: 1734

A/N: I absolutely enjoyed writing this! Hopefully it doesn’t seem like word vomit on here and you actually enjoy reading it as much as I did writing! 🤍🤍

You’ve always stuck with your gut, whether it be running and fighting, drinking or gambling, or straying away from whom you once called family.

You’ve been running along with the O’Driscoll gang for quite a long time. You were born into the gang’s system, watch people come and go, innocent lives get taken by your hands.

“Steady boy!”

You were interrupted from your thoughts as your father, the infamous Colm O’Driscoll himself, tried to calm his horse down. It must’ve heard something and got spooked, oh that poor thing.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes with a soft snort, continuing down a path with your father.

Colm talked and talked, new ‘promised’ futures, recruiting new members. Hell you have grown sick of him, you’d only gather information rather than follow them. You’d seen how cruel your father really is. Every time you fucked up a task, he’d beat you like a racing horse whose feet have been broken without a single person to care for it.

That’s till one night, at the mining camp in the harsh cold mountains. You were found by another gang, the Van Der Linde gang no less. You’ve always heard of the stories amongst fellow members, the rivalry between the two and the once unity they had as allies.

You were held to your will, treated like a prisoner until you went on missions with them to seek out your own gang, killing off your numbers and helping the enemy.

They warmed up to you no doubt, despite the history and the name you wore, you became an important essential to their gang. At first they offered you a place in their camp, a whole tent with food and water provided, but you knew you’d impose a great danger by staying.

So you reluctantly persuade them to let you go and promise to meet back every few days at a creek in the forest near their camp. You'd meet up with a member of the Van Der Linde gang to deposit a shit load of information about your father’s next moves, check up on one another before you returned back ‘home’.

“Alright, you can run off now. You know what you need to do” Your father spoke, earning a scoff from you as you turned the other way, hurrying off to the spot you were supposed to meet up at.

. . .

You tread through the vegetation, the oil lamp in your hand brightened the way. You were tired, but the information you promised was even better this time around after asking a bunch of loose-mouthed rookies.

You couldn’t help but smile, seeing your favorite cowboy come into view, his leaned fit body, the soft beard, those gentle eyes with his rugged face. You watched his lips curve and form into a smile, drawing you in.

“So glad to see you again hun.. been too long” Arthur sighed, wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close as he kissed your face, his beard ticking you as he swayed your bodies side by side.

You and Arthur had gotten together after so long, all those long talks, risky touches, compliments had led you to where you are now.

“Missed you too darlin’, can’t help but stray away huh?” You sighed, laying your head against him as you felt his lips touch your head ever so carefully.

“That’s not my intent.. been running around, stealing and robbing. Makes me wonder how a bad man like me ends up with a man so perfect and sweet.” Arthur spoke quietly, his hand, rough and calloused yet so soft and gentle, ran through your hair.

You savour the moment as the two of you sway side to side in each other’s arms in the dark blue cover the night brings. You’d almost forget you were criminals with how soft the moment was, with the soft rustling of leaves, the cold breeze that grazed your back as you were held in the warm arms your boyfriend provided.

Though it lasted a few good minutes, you had to get down to business. You explained the next game plans of your father’s operations and which big moves he was considering to make. Arthur listened intently, watching you and nodding when you said something important to let you know he was still listening to you.

Soon after, it was time to head back, the moon shining brightly on it’s highest peak.

“I’ll see you in the following days Arthur..” You smiled, jumping onto your horse, walking your mare over to lean down and kiss Arthur sweetly on his lips, his hand caressing your cheek before you pulled away, turning to leave with the most lovestruck smile on your face.

To hell you went as frantic steps rushed off.

But you had assumed they were Arthur’s.

. . .

You had rode back to camp, a sour scowl on your face, glancing at the weird glances you had gotten. Did something happen when you were gone? You were confused till you were greeted by the angry look on your old man’s face.

“You were WORKING with the Van Der Linde gang behind my back? My own SON. My own son is a fucking traitor to this family!” Colm had shouted at you, stomping over angrily before grabbing the collar of your shit, tugging harshly.

“I can’t even fucking believe it. I should’ve left you with the wolves, but god dammit! You’ve failed me. You’re not my son. You were never a true O’Driscoll. The darnest disappointment I’ve ever seen. Sleeping with fucking men too!? You're gonna damn well pay with your blood, splattered on the ground in front of that boy..”

You watched as your father raised his hand, falling rapidly before you even had time to brace for it. The hard slap collided with your cheek before you were thrown at the dirt, your father’s shoe kicking dirt in your face and spitting at you, ordering the men watching to tie you up.

“You fucking bastard! I’ll have your head on a pole waving over the fucking country to see!”

You screamed as you felt the harsh burn of ropes press against your skin, crying out in pain before the butt of a rifle was smashed against your temple, knocking you out cold.

. . .

Arthur waited for you at your usual spot, eager to meet you, but it had been hours and he was growing restless. He walked a bit further up the river in hopes to find you, but a white note hung by a knife that was posted into a dark tree caught his eye.

He looked around before he approached, yanking the note off the tree as his eyes widened.

“Shit!” Arthur cursed aloud, whistling for his horse, quickly mounting it before snapping the reins, hastefully sprinting out there to get some extra guns brought along before he formally meets up with Colm O’Driscoll himself.

. . .

You could’ve sworn you were passed out for more than a day. Your father starved you and treated you as if you were a feral prisoner.

You’d been waiting for hours and you were starting to doubt that you’d make it out of this situation alive. You worried for Arthur to come quicker with each passing click of the clock.

When you were about to shut your eyes in defeat, the loud trampling of what you assumed, two or three horses approaching. Your eyes looked up, hoping. And there he was.

Arthur arrived with an angry face of hatred, followed by Sadie and Charles. You were sat down on your knees, as the small group of Van Der Linde members dismounted their horses, Sadie and Charles raising their guns at the O’Driscolls that had done the same. The tension was high and this was no doubt gonna end up in a blood bath.

Arthur didn’t even let the man speak once he opened his mouth, his hand grabbing the revolver out of its holster and emptied all of its bullets out at the O’Driscolls.

Your father ran back, turning to aim his gun at you before you watched Charles harshly shove him to the ground. That didn’t stop the shot from firing right into your thigh. You yelled in pain as the bounds on your arms were cut free, immediately helped up by a pair of strong hands.

“Hang on Darling, we’re getting you out of here!”

Arthur helped you up onto his horse, yanking on the reins as he held you to his chest as you hissed in pain.

“I know love, I know, we’ll get that fixed when we get back I swear, stay strong, I know you can”

You nodded, doing your best as you turn back to find Charles and Sadie riding behind you two, not too far behind.

Arthur held you protectively the whole way, not even taking his hand off you for a moment as he took you to Hosea’s tent, laying you gently down on the cot, his eyes softening at your state, holding your hand tightly as he exchanged little words with Hosea who immediately got to work.

“You’re safe. I ain’t gonna let any O’Driscoll ever hurt you again. I swear on my life”

Arthur kissed your knuckles softly, holding it close to his face.

“Rest easy love, you have no idea how miserable you look.”

“You callin’ me ugly?”

You snorted weakly, smiling as you felt your eyes become heavy.

“No.. never love..”

. . .

You’ve awoken to loud snoring right beside you, only smiling once you turned your head to find your boyfriend in a nice change of clothes, sleeping in a sitting position with his head on the cot.

You awed softly, running your hand through his hair gently, sitting up with the help of your good leg, meeting Arthur’s worried eyes.

You were about to speak before he cupped your face and kissed you deeply, letting you melt into him before he pulled away with little crystallizing tears in his eyes.

“You’re one goddamn miracle..”

Arthur sighed happily, resting his head against yours as he sat himself down on the bed, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you in close.

“And you’re my incurable romantic..”

You chuckled, letting your lips connect one more time, finally, together again without a worry about having to go back there.

You’ve learned to love being astray, finding the most perfect man to love in the end.

#fanfic #fanfiction #male reader #arthur morgan x male reader #arthur morgan x reader #rdr2 x reader #rdr2 fanfic #rdr2 #urban does not know wtf he’s doing #red dead redemption x reader

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GIVE ME ONE MORE DAY AND YOU GOT A RDR2 FIC COMING AT YOU I PROMISE 😭

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Hey it’s been a while how’ve you been? :D

It’s been well! I’m getting back into writing fics at the moment, finally have a two week long break from all my tests so I have time to write all the rotting requests in my inbox 😅

But how are you though? Last time I checked up on you was a long while ago 😭

#urban’s rants

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RDR2 AU where everything starts the same except Arthur shares his adventures with the gang

"I got a treasure map off a guy earlier today." "Oh, son, treasure maps are a waste of time." "I got over a thousand dollars, Dutch." "WHAT!"

"Why so down, Arthur?" "Well, Hosea, Strauss made me beat up a bunch of folk for debt money." "Strauss made you do WHAT!" *angry dad mode activated*

"Do anything fun today, Arthur?" "I found a bunch of dinosaur bones." "..."

"Some O'Driscolls jumped me today." "WHAT? Are you hurt? Sit down." "Hosea, I'm fine!"

"I think I met a time traveler." "Maybe lay off the whiskey, Arthur." "I met him as an adult and then I met him as a baby."

"Listen, son, we need a plan to get to Tahiti. They are watching the docks." "How about we dress up as ladies and sneak on a boat that way?" "Arthur, son, planning ain't your-" "Worked for the feller I helped earlier today."

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Might either post hcs or nothing at all this week, I’ve been hella drained, sorry for the inconvenience of it all 😭