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∞ RED DEAD REDEMPTION 2

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Got 8 likes on twitter trying my chance here

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save a horse ride a cowgirl

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arthur morgan tiddies and tummy thats all im gonna say

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Johnny x pregnant!reader

inspo - @goatgoesmbe

just some fluff

You were waddling—no, let’s be honest—shuffling to the kitchen when Johnny latched onto your back again. Like a damn backpack. His arms hooked under your belly, lifting it just enough to take the edge off. And okay, yeah. It felt incredible. You sighed out loud.

“That good, aye?” he hummed smugly, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “Told ya. Human belly-sling, at yer service.”

“I appreciate it,” you muttered, already steering both of you toward the fridge. “But I need to pee.”

“Alright, let’s go.” He didn’t let go.

You stopped. He didn’t.

“…Johnny.”

“Aye?”

“You can’t come with me.”

He blinked like you just told him you joined Makarov’s team. “What d’you mean I can’t come?”

“It’s the bathroom, Johnny.”

"I've seen you naked.”

“This is different.”

He gasped. Genuinely gasped. Like you’d slapped him. “Are you… are you leavin’ me?”

You blinked.

“I can’t believe yer divorcin’ me over this. After everythin’. After I rubbed cocoa butter on yer stretch marks like it was holy oil.” He started shuffling backward, arms flailing dramatically. “Fine then. I’ll go. I’ll go. Don’t worry abou' me.”

You watched him storm into the bedroom and emerge with a whole-ass suitcase.

“Where are you going?” you asked flatly.

“To the couch. Hope you and the toilet have a great life together.”

You snorted. “You forgot your toothbrush, drama queen.”

“Yer heartless.”

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There’s a good man within you Arthur, but he is wrestling with a giant

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gosh hes just so big and tough and manly. i wanna jump on him and kiss all over his face while caressing his big strong arms and chest.

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Reader who always has Arthur’s picture in her locket necklace.

Clutching to it when Arthur disappeared.

You tell yourself this isn’t something he would do. That he still has enough of a man in him to not do a thing so cruel.

And if maybe he had died, then you will search for him through every crumble of soil and to the ends of the earth, locket by your chest.

So search you did, far and wide. Checked every post office. Tracked down traces of him.

It’s hardest when you ask around; opening your locket to them like baring your heart. The foolish thing that still beats for him day and night.

Months passed and you wonder if it’s better to be crazy. That maybe he had never existed at all. How did he just dissipate into nothing? Only leaving his face in this necklace and a yearning that is slowly killing you from the inside?

You’ve started to see him as this picture; black and white. Void of the blue that colored his eyes. Brazen hair rusting beyond the shade you remembered it to be. The places he once touched and had your skin set alight now cold. Maybe he’ll be forever frozen in time.

But just when your body felt like it’s been pulled completely taut, and your faith toppled on the edge of a cliff, you see him.

A ghost in vivid colors. Your name left his lips and it sent a chill down your spine. A ghost whose touch paralleled the warmth of a fire. Whose stare ignited a pace to your heart and brought you back to life.

You can feel him. Every scratch and every dent of his skin when he reached for your locket.

Where Arthur Morgan remained in your heart and is the reason behind its every beat. Where he has always and will forever reside in.

And you are reminded of this as he kissed you, a confirmation that he’s come home.

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when Arthur is sad, like really sad, he gathers you up in his arms. collects all your limbs and folds them up against yourself, then wraps himself around you like his own personal teddy bear. mindless kisses to your hair, your cheeks, your forehead, as he tries to process.

there will be no grumbling about camp idiots, no huffing and puffing when you ask him what’s wrong. he just needs you there, to feel you solid against him as he hunkers down for the sheer onslaught of his emotion.

don’t ask him questions, don’t try to distract him. just be there. when Arthur is sad, and I mean really sad, know that he’s the only one who can get himself out of it. know that he comes to you to get himself out of it.

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Animal crossing AUs you will always be famous to me

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imagine being a rookie and talking a hard spill on the obstacle course during drills. knocked right on your ass and left unconscious.

when you open your eyes in the med bay, gaz is standing over you with an amused, yet soft, expression. what a sight to wake up to—you think. but your head fucking pounds. and he’s your superior. so.

you reach up to your temple and feel the fresh bandage, squinting and scowling at him because the lights hurt.

he just chuckles and helps you sit up, a hand on your torso to prevent you from tipping over again. he knows you’re all bark and no bite:

“i think i’m gonna call you stitches now, rook.”

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Laswell has a niece, a pretty young university student who's majoring in journalism. She has this big project coming up, something where she has to put together a meaty, compelling story. Strings are pulled, so on and so forth, and Laswell invites her niece to visit the base to speak to some of the soldiers, see what she can come up with.

Price is against it. He doesn't need some kid running around, especially one he doesn't even have any control over. But then she comes in, escorted by Kyle, with a tape recorder in one hand, a notebook in the other and a camera slung around her neck.

And, well, maybe he can talk for a little bit.

Ghost thinks the whole thing is absurd, but he still has eyes, so he leers silently while she chats up the others. Soap invites her to watch him build a bomb within her first five minutes on base. Kyle acts normal, effortlessly charming even, but Price doesn't let him talk long enough to get any real game going.

By the end of the day, she has dozens of photos of them all, some posed and some candid, and a good few hours of recorded interviews with them all. She also has her pick of any of them, though she may not quite know it yet.

They can discuss it more when she comes back to get more information for that project of hers. They just want her to be thorough is all.

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OBSESSED with how soap's bottom lip pouts when resting or upset (bless gif makers I'm in ur debt)

And THE WAY HE BITES IT