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margowritesthings · 6 months

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Hey, Margo! 🩷

I’m sending the request according to your new post 🥺

I would like a friends to lovers trope. But here’s the thing: Could the female character (lil me) and Arthur actually had a relationship in the past (current relationship status is they broke up) and now they are falling for each other again (second chance)?

Of course I would love a Red Dead Redemption (Arthur Morgan) fanfic 🩷

The gender is female, and if you could make her ginger with brown eyes (like me) I would love it 🥺 And if Arthur calls her angel, even better 🩷🩷🩷

Feel free to add smut, fluff and anything you would like!

Thank you for tagging me! You know how much I love your writing 🩷

sweet angel hello! thank you for participating, i got so many ideas for your love story with our pretty cow boah

come celebrate 1k followers with me!

arthur morgan // second chance + friends to lovers

you two have been sweet on each other since the moment you met, the day you joined the gang. arthur was brave enough to ask you on a date after only a short three months of pining after you

he took you to the saloon, you beat him at poker, and in that moment he knew you were his soulmate. a forever love.

you were together for a few months, and it was that kind of love you only thought existed in the stories you read. it was celestial, ethereal. a wild burning flame extinguished far too quickly.

when he found out about isaac and eliza's deaths, arthur really struggled. he drank a lot and lost himself for a while.

you knew the best thing to do was to just be there for him, so you both decided he needed friendship right now.

"you're my best friend, arthur. that ain't ever gonna change."

but the feelings didn't just go away as easily as your plan relied on, that flame too furious to be extinguished by simple "logic"

you wanted to respect the space arthur asked for, and he never thought he was good enough to have you after letting you go the first time

unworthy of your love

if he couldn't protect isaac and eliza, how could he ever deserve you?

and thus ensued years of pining

the very best of friends, unable to stay away from each other while this silent love roared

you'd work jobs together, go hunting together, have midnight chats by the fire, save each other's asses from time to time

years went on like this, where everybody in the gang and their mamma would share glances and roll their eyes at the two fools who couldn't just admit they were made for each other

you were the first person arthur wanted to see whenever he got back from a job, the one he rode home to even if he never said it aloud

and as much as your heart ached a little every time you looked at him, you would have stayed like that forever if it meant getting to keep arthur in your life

until the day he left it

when he didn't come back from the 'chat' with the o'driscolls, you were out of your mind with worry

the thought of never seeing arthur again flipped a switch in your mind and you finally realised that this life stuck in limbo wasn't enough

you were sneaking out in the dead of night against dutch's orders when you saw him, beaten and bloody, riding home to you

it broke you, the relief washing over you like a wave that breaks the walls you've built as though they're nothing but paper

he practically falls off his horse, but you catch his weight and support him

you take him to your tent and patch him up, holding him and crying with him when you see what they did to arthur. your arthur.

he winces when he reaches up to push that stray rebellious hair out of your face, but the way the candlelight glows in his eyes has your own breath hitching in your throat

"i was so worried, arthur... i-i thought-"

"i know, angel, i know... i'm sorry...

but i'm here now

and i ain't ever leaving you again."

that nickname... from all those years ago when you first found eachother

whispered for the first time in a moan, you and him tangled together in sheets for the very first time

"goddamn... you're an angel, how'd a dirty sinner like me ever get so lucky?"

when you broke up, you never thought you'd hear it again

and yet here you are

the sweet name echoing in your ears as he kisses you, reuniting your lips after far too long apart

it's a desperate kiss, the kind that holds two lifetimes of context

like you're scared if either one lets go the moment will disappear

so you don't

you tangle your fingers in his hair, he cups your cheek, your bodies moulding together

being any closer would be impossible

"this is it, angel, you hear? no more messing around, this is it. this is us, cause i ain't letting you go."

"you better not, mister."

you’re both crying, breathing each other in, never wanting to let one another go

and you never do again

#arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #rdr2 #arthur morgan imagine #arthur morgan rdr2 #arthur morgan x y/n #arthur morgan x you #arthur morgan drabble #margos 1k celebration #rdr2 drabble #arthur morgan headcanon #arthur morgan headcanons

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lovebytheoutlaw · 1 year

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Would you be willing to write smut HCS for Arthur? Can't wait to see your writing 💕

Arthur smut headcanons

TW: sexual themes, nsfw

Thank you for the ask! This was a lot of fun to write ;)

Sooo much praise!! Lots of "You're doing great", "you look so good like that", "good girl/boah"

Man loves thighs. I don't make the rules. He loves gripping them, leaving bruises unintentionally. He gets so worked up, and can't help it. Loves fucking your thighs

He tries to be gentle with you, but if you ask him to be rougher, he'll oblige after making sure you're okay, and paying even more attention to your expressions for any discomfort

Usually a one and done deal for sex in a day. But if you rile him up enough, and tease him throughout the day even though you two had morning sex, he'll fuck you throughout the night as well

His favorite position is either missionary, or you on top. He just loves being able to look into your pretty eyes, and give you sloppy kisses when he can. Especially when he finishes probably in you

My personal headcanon is he either gets super sleepy after climaxing, or gets sad. So cuddles and aftercare are a must. Usually cleaning each other up, and holding each other close, hands in their hair, and sharing loose-ended conversations

Lastly, he'd never cross any boundaries. If he accidentally does, he'll feel horrible and stop immediately. This man is an absolute saint, and his priority is to keep you as safe and sound as he can

#Arthur morgan #arthur morgan smut #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption 2 headcanon #red dead redemption 2 hc #rdr2 headcanon #arthur morgan headcanons #arthur morgan hc

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frosshjort · 5 months

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You're a good boah

#photomode #my photos #photography #video games #virtual photography #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan

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houseofwisteria · 5 months

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you're making "the face" again. / from john for abby (u got a big storm comin boah)

" Because YOU aren't listening to me, you big dumb oaf! " She huffs and tries another tactic, just for now, if he continues to not listen and brings home the wrong gift she's going to lose her MIND. " John, please. Listen to me alright? There's an adoption shelter in town and a store. I couldn't do anything or I'd ruin the surprise and our little jack deserves a sweet good birthday so I need you to do this for me, you hear? " She cups his cheek. " Brown, white, and black big pup, his name is rusty and the train set. He's been into them of late. You should see em it's so cute. " Just thinking about her baby smiling gets her to smile herself. " and if yer thinin' about tellin' me it's a bad idea I don't care. You can deal it. I told dutch the same thang. "

#rcckstars #( ch: abigail roberts )#dont fuck this up mr

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ithika · 5 years

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Rest easy, cowboah

#Arthur Morgan #red dead redemption 2 #red dead #RDR2 #Good Boah #my gif #I'm so rusty but we got there folks #soft yeehaw #Let Arthur Morgan Rest #I'm on my second playthrough & trying so hard to keep this boah at his perfect weight #but heck Arthur you're a hungry boah - it's like I'm feeding him constantly and he's still only average heck #I haven't spoken to Strauss maybe I never will

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immajustvibehere · 2 years

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Chance Encounter

Chapter 6

Chapter 1 // Chapter 5

Warning: Arthur yelling at you but he's just a worried boah

Summary: Arthur catches Lenny teaching you how to shoot. For a reason you cannot figure out, he's not too happy about it. But Lenny is already determined to get you into the Van der Linde gang.

3200 words, 15 minutes reading time

After accepting Lenny's offer of teaching you how to handle a gun, you both mounted your horses.

"I know a good place...west of Southfield Flats. You surely have ridden past it before. Next to the road are some ruins from old houses and walls, they are perfect to place some bottles on."

"Sure, whatever you say!", you affirmed, simply happy about spending more time with Lenny.

The ride was a short one. You rode past the Flats and Mattock Pond and then west, crossing the rails and halting on the road. This road was separated with a moldering stone wall, occasional holes let you squeeze through with your horse. Not that the wall was too high for a horse to jump over, but you had not yet attempted a jump with your horse and weren't too keen on trying it any time soon. In the south and in the west, were forests, the west was an open field that opened out into...you couldn't really see. There was a small hill between you and the view beyond it, but according to maps and your experience with the land, there should be Flat Iron Lake.

While Lenny gathered every bottle and empty can he could find and placed them on the collapsed stone walls, you ran up the hill and climbed on the stone wall that was most west and indeed - you had a beautiful view on the lake. There were two collapsed stone houses on this land, and you wondered what it had served before it had been abandoned. The area fenced in by the stone walls was huge.

"Alright y/n, come here", the boy called for you. At first, he had you watch how to shoot and reload the revolver. Lenny only needed to show you twice, once slowly with explanations and the second time faster. He hit all the targets with ease, though you stood only a few steps away from them.

With a last warning "Don't point it at anything you wouldn't want to hit" he handed you the revolver. You did exactly what he had done, loading the gun, aiming it, shooting and obviously missing the biggest bottle you could have aimed for. Lenny stood behind you and corrected your stance and arm position before you tried again...and missed.

"Third time's the charm", you chuckled, confident you'd miss again though you didn't.

"There we go y/n! Well done! Now prove that it wasn't beginner's luck", Lenny cheered. And you proved him. You got your target about every second try, which is why Lenny had you move further away from them. Though it did affect your success rate at first, you only needed about five to seven shots to get used to the new distance and started hitting targets again with frightening accuracy.

"You're a natural!", Lenny stated, satisfied to find out it was easier to teach you shooting than reading. You tried out different distances and angles while Lenny lingered in the grass, watching you attentively.

"Lennaahy! Is that you?!", came a loud voice out of the forest in the south. You couldn't see anyone just yet, but you had already identified this voice as Arthur's. Lenny stood up immediately, waving towards Arthur who left the shade of the trees. "Why the hell do you practice your shooting so close to camp!?", he sounded mildly annoyed.

"Hey Arthur", Lenny greeted, "I was just teaching this girl how to shoot! You should meet her, she's a natural with the gun!"

Arthur's sight fell on you and you saw his face drop. "You gotta be kiddin' me...", he growled, "Lenny you fool..." Arthur came towards you with determined steps which made you want to back away. You knew he wouldn't hurt you, despite looking angry now, but it was intimidating nevertheless. Without further explanation he yanked the gun out of your hand and pointed at Lenny: "T'is your new friend ya have been talkin' about?"

You could only nod, now seriously confused what he was upset about. Arthur clicked with his tongue. A short glance at Lenny's face revealed that he was just as confused, though he started to realise that Arthur and you were acquainted. Lenny approached you two: "Arthur, she's real good at shooting you gotta see for yourself. I barely had to teach her anything, I think she'd even make a great addition to the gang if we talk to Du-" "No! Forget about it", Arthur interrupted the boy before he turned around to you again: "Head home, y/n."

Oh, this was not a recommendation...this sounded more like a threat. Normally, whenever Arthur suggested something, you'd just oblige, this time however you didn't understand the command at all.

"What's going on, Arthur? Why-", you started before you were loudly interrupted.

"Doesn't matter. Now go!", Arthur yelled. You were used at being yelled at, but Arthur's shouts made you tremble nevertheless. It would be impossible to stand this any longer with a complexion of apathy and calmness, so you walked to your horse. Arthur grabbed Lenny on his shoulder, not in an aggressive way, but it gave to the impression he'd have a long and serious conversation with him. The two men disappeared in the forest and there was no point in spying or eavesdropping...Also, you had a feeling you never had before: Wanting to put as much of a distance between you and Arthur as possible.

Back in your hut you locked the doors, and by "locking" you meant "closing" because there was no such thing as a lock, and sat on your bed. You hadn't wanted to think about what happened while you were on horseback, out of fear it would disturb your concentration, which you still needed to stay on y/h/n.

Why had Arthur been so upset? You had given him no reason to, neither had Lenny? Unless there had been something going on between those two which you weren't aware of. Maybe Lenny was actually a bad guy? No...that could not be it. You remembered a moment just a few days ago when you showed Lenny the newborn kittens that had seen their first light under your own washing basket next to your little lodging. He almost cried and you were sure no bad guy could cry about kittens. What if Arthur was simply the bad guy in the story? But this explanation didn't sit right with you either.

It was slowly getting darker outside and the feeling of putting distance between Arthur and you had dissipated, replaced by the wish he'd actually show up and explain. Though you were sure by now that Lenny and Arthur were part of the same gang that camped either in or behind to forest Arthur had come out of. You were so desperate to speak with either of the two men, you considered riding straight into their camp, but you knew this wasn't a good idea. You wondered if one of the two would come for you and you tried to decide who'd prefer right now.

However, nobody came. At least not before the sun had disappeared beyond the horizon and you lay down to get some sleep. You had barely regained your consciousness from a weird dream when you heard your name being called from outside. It took you a few moments before you recognised the voice as belonging to Lenny. You suddenly remembered your eagerness to get an explanation for the scenario yesterday, so you stumbled out of bed, wrapping yourself in a blanket to shield you from curious looks.

"Mornin' Lenny", you said to the boy who sat on his horse in front of your back entrance.

"Hey, sorry for waking you."

"It's okay...", you just looked at him with an expression that clearly demanded answers. Lenny hopped off his horse, its reins in his hands.

"About yesterday...yeah, well. I didn't understand either what was going on exactly", he admitted.

"What did Arthur tell you, after he had sent me off?", you asked quietly.

"He...uhm...he doesn't want you holding a gun or shooting at stuff. He said something about...you having a chance at a more decent and lawful life than the one we are leading...", Lenny sighed.

"But I don't want-", you started.

"I know. I told him so...I thought that maybe you could join our gang", he shrugged, "it doesn't mean that you have to go kill people. There are many women in our gang, also a kid...and most people are friendly and I think you deserve more friends. Besides, I enjoy having you around", Lenny continued.

"So?", your heart rate picked up. You liked the sound of that...having people around who are kind and maybe more talented than your neighbors here in Rhodes, people who can actually teach you something. You'd love that. It also meant spending more time with Arthur and Lenny which would be amazing.

"Arthur kinda just dismissed it, sent me to talk to Dutch - he is the leader of the gang, you know. I only said good stuff about you and Dutch said you'd fit in great."

"So I can join?", a big smile grew on your face.

"Yeah", Lenny smiled, "you don't have to, though. It is a dangerous life, you know. Most of us are killers."

"How many killers cry when they see baby cats?", you asked cheekily.

Lenny had to laugh and shook his head: "I bet you most of them would."

Lenny told you to pack your things, which you gladly did. You were careful to only take stuff which actually belonged to you, since you still weren't sure if the owner of the lodging would come back.

"Say Lenny" you stuck your head out of the window to talk to the boy who was currently occupied with watching the kittens, "do you know the owner of this hut?"

"Trelawny, yeah. He's staying at our camp right now", Lenny answered, not bothering to look up.

"Do you think I can take his camping mat?", you asked while holding a rolled up mat in your hand, "I will need something to sleep on, right?"

"Just take it. Trelawny wouldn't mind. I bet he'd never used it anyway", Lenny chuckled, carefully petting one of the kittens.

Aside from the mat, your clothes and some food which you had purchased for yourself you left everything behind. You didn't own much more, the rest was all Trelawny's stuff. Half an hour later, the two of you rode off.

You could barely speak. Honestly, you were thrilled and a bit anxious. You have lived your whole life on Emerald Ranch, saw the same people on a daily basis, not really feeling comfortable around anyone and now...just in the last few weeks, you had seen so much more of the country and had met so many new people...just thinking about it made you dizzy. In order to stay on your horse and not get too lost in thoughts, you concentrated on riding. You caught Lenny's gaze on you who would have mocked you for your pale face, if he hadn't known better. The forest from yesterday was already in sight, when Lenny slowed down his horse.

"I was meaning to ask, and honestly you owe me the answer because I taught you how to shoot...", Lenny said a bit flustered but curious. There was this agreement between you that if Lenny showed you how to handle a gun, you'd tell him who the man was you fancied. Apparently you had dropped some hints the last time you were drunk, which you obviously had completely forgotten. Now Lenny would know who you had been talking about...of course it would be Arthur, but you wouldn't answer that if Lenny asked you directly. To your great luck, you didn't have to lie, because after Lenny had started talking your face turned into a weird mix of red and green, so he just mumbled a "Never mind..."

The fear of making things awkward between you and Arthur when you will be seeing each other way more often from now on was not a pleasurable thought, so you were glad it was dismissed for now.

"Hold on! Who's here?", asked a dark-skinned man with long hair and a deep voice.

"Hey Charles", greeted Lenny, "I brought back a new member for our gang."

The man whose name was Charles lifted his eyebrows and looked up to you, all the while talking to Lenny: "Does Dutch know about this?"

"Yes, told him yesterday", Lenny confirmed. Charles' expression changed. A second ago his gaze on you felt like he had been observing an object or shy animal, but now there was something different about you, as if he had accepted you as member of the gang already.

"Hello, I'm Charles", he said friendly, even though his voice still sounded monotonous.

"Y/N", you answered shortly, finding out your mouth was too dry to form whole sentences - probably out of excitement - but you think you managed an acceptable smile. Lenny and you rode on until the forest cleared and you were on an open space with many tents and wagons standing all around. It was still early in the morning and it looked like most people were only slowly waking up. Immediately you searched the camp for Arthur, looking out for his familiar hat or shirt, but you couldn't find him.

Automatically, you jumped off your horse and followed Lenny who was walking straight to the "beach" towards a man who was standing there, looking out on the lake. But for now, you didn't have any eyes for this man, you were still looking for Arthur, getting nervous as you still couldn't see him. You saw other people though, a fat man who was putting on coffee, a woman who was just getting out of bed - but your eyes didn't linger on them for long.

"Dutch!", Lenny announced while he put a hand on your back, pushing you further ahead of him so you wouldn't be hidden in his shadow.

The man turned around and whoa...you didn't quite know how to react. You believed you haven't seen such a...well-dressed man in a while. If you had to describe him with one word, it would be glowing. His black hat was clean as if it had never fallen on the ground, his hair was cared for more carefully than you had ever bothered with your hair and his beard was kept so clean, you could have sworn he had just shaved five minutes ago. The man in front of you wore rings and gold chains hung from his vest, his pants were not ripped or dirty on any spots and a quick glance at his shoes confirmed your suspicion: You could make out your reflection in them. This was about the last person you would have labelled as a dirty, angry outlaw who was shooting people left and right, though his two guns suggested otherwise. But even they looked expensive.

"Hello! It's a pleasure to meet you...y/f/n y/l/n, so I've heard?", Dutch greeted you enthusiastically, taking your hand and leading it closer to his mouth, pretending to kiss your hand. A few of his mustache hair touched your hand which gave you goosebumps, aside from the fact that you were caught off guard not only by the appearance of this man but also his manners.

"Y-Yes, that's correct", you stuttered, looking at Lenny for comfort.

"From what I've heard about you, you will certainly become a valuable member of this gang, if you wish to be one."

"I'll certainly try my best", you were on autopilot, not really registering your answers.

"Now, I must warn you, Miss y/l/n, we are a colorful mix of people who are in a bit of a pit right now, I'm sure Lenny has told you that we do not agree with what has been made of America, a country that should be more of an idea instead of what certain authorities have made of it. Our enemies are countless. Well, we are outlaws, so to say", Dutch continued. You simply nodded, finding the discussion a bit too complicated for you who had barely managed to read the catalogue of the general store. "But you will soon understand our ways and beliefs. I'm glad to welcome you to the family", Dutch smiled. A second later he looked over your shoulder, extending his hand towards someone behind you.

"Arthur, my son, come here for a second", Dutch shouted. You almost jumped. Arthur was here. Son? No way that's Arthur's father. Steps behind you got louder and a moment later you only had to turn you head to see Arthur standing next to you: "Mornin' Dutch."

"You are already acquainted with Miss y/l/n, I've heard? Be so kind and introduce her to the camp rules and stuff, make sure she feels welcome."

"Oh, I can do that", Lenny interrupted quickly.

"No, y/n is here because of me, she'll be my responsibility", Arthur explained in a calm voice. Again, you got goosebumps, but dear god those were not the same goosebumps you got from Dutch's hand kiss.

"Find some good use for her, I'm sure she'll please Mrs Grimshaw, she can always use more hands. Though, I've heard you are quite good at shooting, is that right", Dutch inquired. His intense and a bit surprised look at you hinted surprise. You were about to answer when Lenny did it for you: "She's brilliant at shooting!"

"Yeah", Arthur scoffed. Suddenly you felt his heavy hand on your shoulder, steering you around and away from Dutch. "But she won't be shootin' anything any time soon."

"Come on, Arthur!", Lenny quickly followed you two, "let me do the introducing!"

"No, thank you Lenny, you've done enough", though those words sounded harsh, Arthur's tone wasn't. It sounded almost light-hearted, which made you even more scared, as if you weren't able to read Arthur's mood.

"Alright then...I'll leave you two alone", Lenny said. And it sounded even weirder. As soon as Lenny was gone, you took all your courage and said the words you had rehearsed in your mind over and over again: "Listen, Arthur. I'm here because I want to. I really want to. I'm sorry if I'm...an annoyance to you-"

"'s that it? You think you're annoying me?", now Arthur's voice was nothing but soft, dripping with amusement and...kindness. It made you belief the whole talk to Lenny was an act. You could just manage to stare at him with confusion.

"Yer not annoying me. I'm mad at myself and Lenny for gettin' ya into this...but maybe...", he took his hand away from your shoulder and lifted your hat a bit so he could see your face better, "it's good to keep a better look on ya. This gang's like a family, everyone will be lookin' out for ya."

"You know...I'm not a little child that needs babysitting", you shot back, happy and relieved to find Arthur not mad anymore.

"Sure", though he didn't sound sure at all. With a smile he nodded his head in a specific direction, "C'mon now, I'll show ya around."

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notes: @monzoona here ya go, and I'm very sorry there is probably an etiquette on how you tag people on Tumblr but I don't know it hehe oops...and for anybody who has read so far: I'm very grateful and lmao I'm sorry every post looks kinda different, don't have the layout thing figured out yet

next chapter: here

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bansept · 2 years

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5. Don't you love me

Arthur X Mary

Angst; Yeah, I like to hurt myself

5 - "Don't you love me?" Arthur x Mary Angst

Crying hours boahs and gals.

Growing up as an outlaw, surrounded by men and women with bad reputations, known for theft, robbery, and murder, Arthur Morgan never believed he could be anything else. Street orphan turned gunman in a gang of criminals wasn't something that attracted beauty, kindness, or happiness.

There were times of laughter, yes, that was something he'd admit. Coming back to camp with a large amount of cash, cracking a joke on Uncle's back, downing a good bottle of whiskey... And meeting Mary.

From any point of view, he should have stayed clear off of her. He should have simply helped her on that rainy day, and gone back to camp or scouting information. That would have avoided him so much heartache, so much disappointment.

Even now, as he was carefully brushing the coat of his horse by the Clemen's Point camp, he was thinking of ways things should have gone. People were passing past him, sometimes greeting him in their cheerful voices, but remained far. When Arthur was taking this much time to brush his horse, feeding it some carrots, it was best to not bother him.

"I'm sorry, Arthur..." She had told him, head lowered to watch her hands.

They had been... happy. So much that he couldn't think of a life without her. So much that every morning by her side brought a smile to his grumpy face, that the simple gesture she did made him want to hug her, protect her, in a way he couldn't protect Elisa and Isaac.

She was a girl from the city, with a good, but lost, brother and an idiotic father, but she was the light in his heart. Mary was kind and affectionate, knew how to stand her ground, yet gentle.

When he proposed to her, knee in the dirt, Arthur promised nothing would happen to her.

That they'd be happy.

But he was an outlaw. A thief. A gangster. A monster.

All those words her father used against him... that broke her resolve to say yes.

He had tightened his hands, fury bubbling in him. She was not the one at fault for this, her family was. But she was the one breaking them.

"Don't you love me? Isn't that what you told me?" He fumed, voice cracking, blue eyes starring daggers at the same ground she was apologizing to.

"Arthur... You know why I can't do this... Please, understand..."

Her voice was a whisper, a knife silently slicing its way into his heart. Arthur raised his head, the movement bringing Mary's gaze into his.

"The way I see it, you're doing this because your daddy told you to. Because to him, nothing I have or am is enough! And because you're too scared to stand to him, get some sense in that bastard's head, you're showing me the shallow depth of your love to me!"

He didn't mean to yell, but watching her cry in regret, feeling his chest tighten with the anger he poured on her, made things clearer.

Perhaps, one day, she had loved him. To the point of believing she could live with her father's disapproval. That she could come to the gang, with him, and that they would never be separated.

But now that things were done, over, had been for over 5 years, it didn't matter.

Arthur would live as an outlaw. He'd rob, kill and steal. Look after the gang, after that little Jack the way his useless father couldn't.

Mary would live in the city, taking care of that drunk asshole of a father she had, keeping her younger brother, that poor Jamie, in line.

He stopped the brush in mid-air, placing it back in his satchel with a sigh, caressing the horse gently one last time before walking back to his tent. He heard the others living their lives, Pearson calling everyone for the stew, Mary Beth and Karen discussing romance novels, John and Abigail talking calmly for the first time in a while. Arthur sat on his bed, scratching his beard with a deeply tired look in his eyes.

The photo by his bedside was still here. Would always be.

They had and did love each other.

Simply not enough for either to leave their lives.

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littlestarofthewest · 2 years

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Oh, definitely passionate. Maybe with Arthur becoming a little possessive over the reader in the middle of it? Maybe him getting a little rough, telling the reader to "take it like a good boah"? Something rough (enough not to hurt but maybe a slight bruise the morning after) and passionate and heated, mixed with a little bit of spice (possessive, tender love and care) and then Arthur finishing in the reader, saying "You're mine" in that deep gruff voice of his, ugh that'd be 💦

I don't know lol! I have it in my head that Arthur is this tender, loving partner in bed but can also be rough and dominant to get a point across to his lover. I loved the smut scene in chapter one, it was heated and definitely amazing, but I also loved their first time together going all the way, it was tender and passionate (not to mention heartbreaking because IT WAS THEIR GOODBYE 😫) But you could definitely tell the difference in emotions from both scenes, which helped with the immersion for me. In chapter 1, it was just a heated rump where as their first time was passionate and emotional and all the goodness.

Whatever you end up doing I know I'll like so I'll stop rambling! ❤️

Please ramble at me any time 💜😊 It makes me so happy that somebody cares enough about the story to a) remember these scenes, b) have an opinion about them, and c) talks to me about it.

When I wrote the first scene I had an idea for another scene and I think it would fit the bill of what you're describing. Can't say if I'll manage to actually write it that way but it's somewhere on the horizon later in the story 😅

I think it would be nice for Arthur to be in a place where he can be like that without having to worry that he's hurting his partner. He could indulge in the "darker" side of himself without being ashamed.

#answered asks #anon asks #you're mine wip #caratalkswriting #spoilers #for the story

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ezrasarm · 4 years

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I'm kinda new here, but I wanted to tell you that I really enjoy your writing. Thanks for bringing all of his characters to life! 💕 If you're still looking for blurbs/HC rqsts, I'd love to know how all The Boys would react if they came upon reader while she's playing some fun music and dancing like no one is watching. Would he start dancing? Could he be coaxed into dancing? Would he roll his eyes and leave the room? P.S. This is my first ever ask. It's probably silly. 😬

Dancing

Warnings: Fluff!!! the boys being too sweet to handle and a lack of proofreading because I was excited... I think that just about covers it 😂

A/n: Not silly at all and thank you for reading and welcome to our little corner of this hell site!!! I had a great time writing these and I hope they were sort of what you had in mind! I’m a nerd and wound up linking the songs that came to mind as I wrote each of them but of course you’re welcome to interpret them as any song you would like! I may or may not have taken some liberties with the request because I didn’t want to get repetitive so I hope you’ll forgive me 😬

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Javier

Hate Street Dialogue - Rodriguez

Javier had just had a very long and exhausting day at work. His patience had been running thin since his meeting that morning and now it was 7:30 and he finally got to do the one thing he had been wanting to do all day. Go home. He was in the hallway when he heard the music, it wasn’t uncommon for you to blast it if you were the designated chef that night. With a headache coming on he really thought he wasn’t in the mood for all that energy tonight. All he wanted was some food in his stomach, maybe a drink in his hand and to curl up on the couch with you and make fun of whichever soap opera had decided to possess your TV screen that night. What he hadn’t been expecting was to wonder into the kitchen to see you absolutely gunning it on what you had now designated as the dance floor. With your back to him and the music so loud it wasn’t until you spun around on your heels to pick something up from the island that you saw him and just about jumped out of your skin. At this point he had a smile from ear to ear and he realized what he had been yearning for all day wasn’t to go home, it was you. You would look at him, a little bashful about him catching you in the act before he would pull you into a toothy kiss and tell you how much he needed that today.

Din

I Know What I Am - Band Of Skulls (how do you choose a song for Din???)

Things get boring when you’re stuck on the Crest alone for hours on end. So yeah, maybe you came across an old transmitter that just so happened to have a data card packed with music on it on your last supply run, and maybe you snuck it onto the Crest, and maybe you listen to it whenever Din’s off doing bounty hunter things so you can keep your mind busy while you tinker around the ship and try to keep the kid entertained. Maybe, every once in a while you just get carried away and start dancing along in a very uncoordinated fashion, but who cares? Because you like it and it makes you feel good and no one is there to judge you except maybe the baby, who just so happens to think you have some sick moves. This had become your routine for quite some time now. Din would leave, you’d put some tunes on and just let loose for a bit. It kept the kid happy and let him have some fun and who were you to refuse him that? You had gotten used to predicting when the mandalorian would come back so you would shut it off and get back to work like nothing happened... except this time. He must have come back early or you had gotten carried away and lost track of time, either way, one second you were alone dancing to your hearts content and the next there was a mandalorian standing in the doorway and you had stopped in your tracks.

“What are you doing?” He would ask with a slight tilt to his helmet as you let your gaze wander the cabin, settling on anything but him. What you couldn’t see was the entertained smile toying at his lips behind the mask.

“...nothing.” You shrugged, leaning over to turn the music off and feeling your heart drop in your chest at the way the child’s ears drooped.

“You don’t have to stop.” Din said and for a moment you thought you had misheard him.

“What?”

“I said you don’t have to stop on my account.” He shrugged, pushing the button on the transmitter as he passed to climb up the ladder and into the cockpit. Well that, you were not expecting.

Ezra

We’re Only People - Father John Misty

Ezra had noticed your glum mood today. He could understand that spending your days digging for gems you weren’t exactly sure you would find wasn’t always the most exciting existence but, once settled into your usual places for the evening he caught sight of the slight tapping of your toe as you listened to music through your headphones and an idea popped into his mind.

“Care to share?” He asked, gesturing to the music playing device in your hand and unplugging the headphones. For a moment you were confused but when you caught sight of the look in his eye you knew he was up to something and it made you curious to find out what.

He extended his hand towards you, a slight bow to you in a silent question before you took it and let him guide you up, leading you into a spin before pulling you close and giving you a toothy grin. It was a little awkward in the cramped tent, with only a few feet of space to accommodate your movements you found yourself being forced closer together but you weren’t one to complain when you had an excuse to press yourself as close to him as possible. You could already feel your worries from the day washing away as he dragged you through a few elaborate dips and swings just to get a giggle out of you.

“Thank you,” You whispered to him quietly, pressing a kiss to his cheek and pulling him into a hug as the song came to an end, your bodies still swaying to the rhythm despite the fact that the music was long gone as you took one another in.

Frankie

Easy Rider - Eddie Berman

Frankie woke to the muffled sound of music playing from the kitchen. Sunlight was streaming in through the window and casting the room in a bright warm glow as he padded out of the bedroom. His hair sticking up in every which direction and his eyes still bleary from sleep when they fell on the sight of you, an energetic bounce to your step, hips swaying and head rocking to the music when you caught sight of him. The smile on your face widened when you bounded over to him. “How are you so awake this early?” He asked, an entertained grin tugging at his lips when you kept swinging your limbs around in no particularly coordinated fashion.

“Dance with me and maybe you’ll find out.” You beam up at him, giving his hips a slight jostle.

“Too early,” He groaned back facetiously as you dragged him into the kitchen and hopped around on the spot.

“C’mon, no coffee until you dance with me!” You exclaim and he shakes his head despite the smile betraying him.

“Shouldn’t it be the other way around?” He asked and you purse your lips, feigning contemplation of his proposal before that devious smile flashes across your features and you give him a quick shake of your head. Eventually he breaks down when you grab his hands and drag him into a twist. You were right, it did wake him up faster than his usual slow mornings with a coffee and the news.

Marcus

Your Moon - Rosie Carney

It was more of a gentle sway at this point, your playlist had gotten shuffled around and instead of the usual upbeat and energetic music you would normally listen to when you were cleaning, you had fallen into a gentler rhythm as you swayed around, dusting the living room. You let out a slight squeak when a strong pair of arms wrapped around your middle and a solid chest pressed against your back.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to spook you.” Marcus would mumble against your shoulder before placing a trail of kisses up your neck, jaw, cheek and to the corner of your mouth. “Watcha listening to?” He would hum against your temple, loosening his grip only to allow you twist around in his embrace and sling your arms over his shoulders before handing him an earbud, the thin cord connecting you to one another as he fell into the same subtle sway that had over taken you.

His forehead would drop to press against yours as your fingers played with the overgrown hairs at the nape of his neck and his nose would brush against your own slightly when he nuzzles into your touch. Theres a tired, blissed out smile on his face as his eyes fall shut, his grip on your waist tugging you a little closer, the world seeming to fade from around you when he presses a kiss to your lips and murmurs a quiet “I like this song.”

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toutallyahoe · 4 years

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Hey, it me, a dumb sleeby bitch. I know you're not taking requests. So I'm gonna leave this at your doorstep and if you ever want to do it, go for it. No pressure. But pls if you ever have time and motivation, could you give me some cute sleepy headcanons for any of our very good cowboys? Thanks in advance and I love you and everything you do. You're amazing.

i would literally write a fucking book for you-- i have told you this so many already asdfghjkl

but ya want some of the good boahs and some cute sleepy headcanons? BOI I AM IN!

also, before i continue-- CALL YERSELF DUMB BITCH AGAIN AND I WILL gently KICK YER ASS and hug you to death because ya ain't dumb or else i am more dumber than a fucking rock you sweet, talented smort, beautiful fecker!

AND ANOTHER THING !!! *sobs* HOW CAN YE DO THIS TO ME?!? SHOOTING ME WITH A SURPRISE COMPLIMENT-- ACK ME HEART! I FEEL M U S H ASDFGHJKKLXNBSOHD

okay, i calmed down now... onto the headcanons! btw, multiple characters because ya didn't specify who you want in this headcanon and because i knew yer beautiful ass would like more than one boah

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Arthur Morgan

• first off, best boah right here

• second off, this bitch won't admit he is sleepy even if his life depends on it

• is it pride???

• probably...

• definitely

• i dont know, i see Arthur as one to not really say anything he feels because he doesn't want to be a bother or thinks he'll be a dead weight

• because life as an outlaw? it ain't really the best life

• so, when there are jobs that takes a few days and he volunteers to take watch, Arthur won't admit he is tired and would continue on be on guard no matter how many times he is asked to get his ass some rest

• it'll be a pain in the ass if you aren't patient enough or very worried about him

• because knowing Arthur, he'll just suck it up

• so, if he is sleepy, his [Name] is on his ass immediately

• "you need rest"

• "don't need nothin"

• he IS stubborn as fuck

• and also incredibly more sassier when he is sleepy

• it honestly sometimes annoy [Name]

• "Arthur, you look like you're goin to pass out-- jesus christ! just rest already!"

• Arthur is too stubborn for his own good

• and it sometimes lead to some arguments really

• but [Name] will be the first to give up when he just sees Arthur and sighs

• [Name] will sit by his side and just talk about stuff

• trying to make Arthur relax and at ease

• he'll be sassy at first but will ease up and comment genuinely

• Arthur will then unconsciously place his head on his [Name]'s shoulder as the [Hair color] haired man's voice drowns his thoughts with stories of the past (either his or [Name]'s past)

• before you know it, Arthur "sleep is for the dead" Morgan is fucking asleep

• [Name] notices how quiet Arthur and will turn his head to see the outlaw asleep

• [Name] just smiles at Arthur and place his head on Arthur's and let a content sigh as he close his eyes

• they'll be fine sleeping for a bit

John Marston

• best greasy dumbass raccoon looking ass bitch

• but-- ahem

• like Arthur, John will be stubborn at first

• it's pride and John doesn't want to get babied really

• he already gets that enough from the rest of the gang since he is a real life predatory bait and gets mauled by a lot of animals

• honestly, this man has the shittiest luck

• but also lucky in some way...?

• but yeah... ANYWAYS

• when John gets tired, he is functioning with no braincells (like he doesn't already)

• [Name] is honestly tired with it

• just fucking glaring the shit outta that greasy raccoon boi

• then maybe...just maybe, you can get him to rest his greasy ass

• John will be a bit of a whiny bitch to be honest

• like, he'll whine he ain't sleepy

• but as if it was on cue, he'll yawn

• John looking a bit embarrassed and [Name] looking at him with that "really?" look

• [Name] ain't dealing with yer bullshit raccoon boi

• i can definitely see [Name] restraining John from running away and carry the guy to his tent and slam his in the cot and glare and order John to stay and sleep like a damn dog

• John would be honestly pissed because DAMN IT [NAME]! YA HAVE TO DO THAT IN FRONT OF EVERYONE?!? ARTHUR AND SEAN AIN'T GOING TO LIVE THIS DOWN (because those two are bastards... lovable bastards though asdfgghjkl)

• but also turned on but pfft-- he won't admit that

• but yeah, [Name] just sitting on the side of his bed and will not leave until he makes sure John rest

• "you ain't leavin, are you?"

• "i aint leavin till i see yer ass sleep, Marston"

• yikes, getting called his by his last name? usually his [Name] does that when he is annoyed or angry at time

• that when John know he ain't getting out of this

• "aight... fine! i'll sleep! happy?"

• "very"

• to be honest, John feels happy when [Name] does that

• it's because this is how his [Name]'s care for him and it is sweet

• a bit annoying but sweet

• John sleeps and [Name] softly sighs and place a soft kiss on John's forehead and leaves the tent to do his work

Leonard "Lenny" Summers

• pure child

• pure child who can never do anything wrong

• just, this fucking boah is pure child who can never do anything wrong and y'all can fight me is ya say he aint

• ANYWAYS

• Lenny is adorable when he is sleepy

• just utterly adorable as fuck and his [Name] just smiles at how cute he is

• like, Lenny is reading a book under a tree and the day was just a lovely day despite it being so fucking boring

• Lenny planned to read but as the calm breeze pass by him, it didn't take long for Lenny to be yawning and his eyelids dropping but the young man is trying so hard to fight the sleep off and stay awake

• honestly, [Name] saw Lenny sleepy but being too stubborn to admit defeat with sleep will try to stay awake

• [Name] is just amused by it and found it adorable

• always adorable with Lenny

• but anyways, Lenny would be one of the submissive out of everyone if you ask him to go to sleep when he is tired

• will literally not fight back on it because his mind shuts down from the sleepiness

• honestly? will act like a baby

• because he is a baby and [Name] loves him so much and spoils him

• "come on Lenny, let's get ya to yer cot"

• "hmmm, [Name]? can you carry me there... please?"

• just adorable akdbjqjdjsjfjjsjd

• me baby

• aNYWAYS

• Lenny is just a good boah

• like, he gives up rather quickly because he knew his [Name] is looking out for him and besides, if he says yes? he gets cuddles

• so yeah, that's good for him

• Lenny gets warm cuddles and sleeps well in the arms of his [Name] who holds him very close and just being soft boahs

Sean MacGuire

• loud and dumb irish bastard who stole me heart

• i adore him asdfghjkl

• but ON TO THE HEADCANONS

• Sean is a whiny loud ass bitch when he is sleepy

• he acts like he seems drunk

• and it is both hilarious and tiresome for [Name] because he is the one dealing with this shit

• i can see Sean just clinging to his [Name] and yelling on the top of his lungs on how tired he was

• and his [Name] rubbing his temple and tell Sean to get to bed then

• "[Name]! there ye are ye beautiful fecker! i have been looking all over fer ye"

• "and why is that?"

• "i'm sleepyyy"

• "then rest Sean"

• "but i dont want to!"

• honestly acts like a kid

• a loud ass bratty kid...

• it's not even cute

• kinda

• okay, [Name] finds it adorable but he ain't telling no one shit because he already suffers from a sleepy Sean who acts like a drunk toddler

• he doesn't want to deal with everyone teasing him on being soft with his drunk toddler lover

• but yeah

• like John, i can definitely see [Name] try to restrain this dumb bastard

• probably had to hoagtie Sean if i had to be honest

• which may or may not have the sleepy minded Sean blurt out something that made [Name] exasperatedly sigh and a bit flustered

• because-- goD DAMN IT SEAN! stop being a thirsting bastard for a bit and get some sleep?!?

• "Sean, keep this up and I'm goin to hoagtie you..."

• "that's a bit kinky [Name]-- but yer boy is always happy to please ye--"

• "oh my lords-- Sean!"

Charles Smith

• stronk hunt boah

• he is just so beautiful-- im gonna cry asdfgghjkl

• bUT ANYWAYS

• Charles won't admit it outloud when he is sleepy

• he is usually reserved and quiet anyways so his [Name] has to pick up some signals when Charles is sleepy

• but Charles won't be so stubborn about it though

• like, he is kinda like Lenny, a bit submissive and giving in on his [Name]'s words if the man tells him to sleep

• well, if [Name] finds out he is sleepy that is

• when this boah is sleepy, he usually sits in a somewhere in a shade and looks at the sky

• preferably under a tree and away from camp for a bit because honestly, the camp is just too noisy at times

• so yeah

• [Name] will notice him not doing anything and just cloud watching and will sit by him

• Charles would send him a small smile and a nod

• the two would just be quiet and after sometime, Charles would lay his head on [Name]'s lap as the [Hair color] haired man braids his hair and then undoing it again, repeatedly doing the action for a bit

• it honestly soothes Charles a lot

• just his [Name] playing with his hair which he is the only who can

• it was nice and with him already be sleepy, Charles would be lull to sleep

• and with that, Cahrles is softly snoring in his [Name]'s lap as the [Hair color] haired man undoes the braid again and then look at Charles' sleeping face fondly then look at the view in front of him with a gentle smile

• it doesn't take long for [Name] to sleep too with that

Javier Escuella

• a man after me own heart

• honestly, this man is just gorgeous asdfghjkl

• BUT BACK TO HEADCANONS

• Javier would probably be the only one who ACTUALLY goes to his tent and sleep in his cot

• maybe drag [Name] there because the mexican just want a nice cuddle you know?

• honestly, sleepy Javier is adorable to his [Name]

• Javier's mind just shuts down and he forgets how to speak in english and mumbles in spanish until he falls asleep

• i can also see Javier being one to plop himself down on his [Name]'s lap when the guy is sitting somewhere (below a tree or on a seat) because when is sleepy-- he loses his braincells and all functioning

• Javier just searches for his [Name] and throws himself because one, his boah can carry him alright anyways and two, he just loves too

• his [Name] is honestly amused because Javier won't be like this when he is functioning well

• well, not all the time

• but yeah

• [Name] thinks it's cute and will hug his lover

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12timetraveler · 4 years

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Hey,,, I just wanna say I love your fics!,,,, especially the cute ones with Charles 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 I am babey hehe 💕 I hope you're having a good day! Drink plenty of water and have enough food! 💗

Thank you so much. It really means a lot. ❣️❣️

I've got more Charles on the way. I've got some plans for that boah. My favorite boah.

I'll make sure to take care of myself. I'll be real not sure I've had any water today so... *Grabs water bottle*

❤️❤️

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ask-arthur-morgan · 4 years

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Hello handsome! How's everything lately? Hope you're being a good boah! 😉

“I’ve been very good partner, todays been great!”

#red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan #enjoy #thanks for the ask!

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mygurueskild · 5 years

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J: Ey Luigi! How was biology?

M: Ok

M: I was nervous but it was alright.

J: Nice dude!

A: So now you're free too???

M: Yeeeeeaaah maaaan XD

C: Sweet baby jesus 👊💪

C: Where are we going to drink?

J: Luigi has to choose

M: On that field that's also good for playing football?

A: Alright👌

C: But I can't before tomorrow. Today is Kiki quality time

J: Boah Carlos...

J: 🤦‍♂️

C: 😇

M: Well then tomorrow, that's fine as well👌

#skam #druck #skam germany #chat translation #druck translation

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aggravatinggemini · 5 years

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Druck 148 translation: I don't get women!

Jonas: What do you think?

Matteo: I think it's beautiful

Carlos: I think it's more of a love song than an abi hymne.

Jonas: Nonsense.

Carlos: Yeah, it's totally melancholic and sad.

Jonas: Yes, not everything has to be german rap, right?

Carlos: That's not what I said. It's just a bit sad, you know what I mean.

So, it's good (I like it)!

Jonas: Yeah, I'll get a beer.

Carlos: Honestly, it's nice.

Jonas: Yes, yes.

Carlos: What's going on, bro?

Abdi: Nothing makes sense, man.

Jonas: What exactly?

Abdi: Feelings. I tried everything, I made a complete effort, but it just won't work out with Sam!

It's probably because of me.

Carlos: Why that?

Abdi: Well, she doesn't want to (sleep) with me.

Jonas: But that doesn't mean no woman wants to sleep with you.

Abdi: Yes, by now I think so.

Carlos: No.

Abdi: What do you want?

Matteo: Well, I would sleep with you.

Abdi: Really?

Matteo: Nope, but I thought maybe it would make you feel better.

Abdi: Fuck you, man.

Carlos: Ey, now I'm interested, if Abdi and I were the last people on earth, which one of us would you choose? To fuck.

Matteo: Jonas.

Jonas: Aha, I knew it. Pchoo pchoo, bam!

Carlos: This was a fair choicevote between Abdi and Carlos??

Abdi: So which one of us would you... take.

Carlos: I've got the bigger penis.

Matteo: I would... (doorbell rings) take the doorbell.

Abdi: Yeah man, seriously.

Jonas: Boys.

Matteo: Jonas.

Carlos: Tell me.

Matteo: Jonas.

Abdi: I've understood Abdi.

David: Hey.

Matteo: Hello.

David: Missed you.

(Matteo groans)

Carlos: Are you gay?

Jonas: No, but he'd still shag me.

David: Hey.

Carlos: Hey!

Abdi: Sup?

Jonas: Well?

Abdi: No honestly, why don't we write our abi exams about women? I mean, that would at least do something for me.

Carlos: With Sam? Because women function differently? Can you describe yourself like that?

Abdi: Different, how?

Carlos: They just function differently.

Abdi: Thank you, Carlos. Thank you for your ingenious addition.

Carlos: I just wanted to help you, you ass!

David: (chuckling) I don't think women function that much different.

Abdi: What do you mean?

David: Well, i don't know, I don't get them myself that well, but they probably also just want clarity.

Abdi: Clarity?

Carlos: Clarity?

David: Yes, did you tell Sam clearly what you want from her?

Abdi: Well, you know... I offered her a lollipop and she didn't want... (Carlos throws a ball at him) it

Carlos: A lollipop?

Jonas: Boah, you have to offer her your lollipop, not just some lollipop!

Carlos: (quietly, in disbelief) Lollipop?

Abdi: Man, if she doesn't want any lollipop, then she definitely doesn't want my lollipop!

Carlos: Fuck lollipops, give her sucuk with egg.

Abdi: You think? Sucuk with egg?

Carlos: Yeah.

Abdi: In a pan, or??

Jonas: Dude, we're talking about your penis!

Abdi: Bah dude, I will not put my penis in the pan.

Carlos: Bro!

Matteo: You're just supposed to say you like her, man! What?!

Abdi: I can also tell her with sucuk and egg, you know I can...

David: You can also tell her with words!

Matteo: Directly.

Abdi: That I like her? I don't know, i prefer sucuk.

But not in a pan, man.

Carlos: Safe, do that.

Abdi: By the way, your boyfriend just said he'd sleep with me.

David: Did he?

Matteo: Yeah, but then I took it back. I just wanted to cheer him up.

David: Mhhm.

Abdi: Yeah, yeah.

Carlos: Let us note that I have the biggest penis in this round.

Matteo: And no one cares about that in this round.

Abdi: Is it possible that you have a penis complex?

Carlos: Ask your mother.

Abdi: You fucker!

#druck #translation #david schreibner #matteo florenzi #jonas augustin #carlos schmidt #abdi ates #i have lost every single braincell translating this piece of art #no braincells left #like a fever dream #if there are any mistakes i'm sorry #i do sometimes have difficulties hearing which voice belongs to whom so ya #so much dick and lollipop talk what #i agree with matteo #what???

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