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*Sighs curling up in his bed with herself in a fetal position with her eyes staring at the mattress.* {{ Just figuring to continue and
they got positive pregnancy tests after. :3 }}
"So... what did the test thingy say?" Or are they still waiting on that?
Lucifer is still molting, so he's lying on his stomach with the wings out and around him. Though, when she lies down, he moves closer to her, fingers threading through her hair in an attempt to offer some amount of comfort.
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It didn't matter how much Steve explained. Not one member of the Party was going to get it.Â
Tommy and Carol would, but then, they were no longer on speaking terms. A fact that hurt even if it was for the best--particularly in times like these, because they got it.Â
They understood how he had been ensnared with the very same wealth people mocked him for. What it meant when his parents demanded Steve drop everything and go on vacation, his own plans be damned.Â
They knew, because their families had done much the same, and so the lives they led also were tethered to leashes made of their parents' design.Â
Dustin, whose mother bent over backwards to try and better her kidâs life, didnât even have a frame of reference for this kind of thing, let alone sympathy.Â
"Do they not understand you have a job?" Dustin asked incredulously, and Steve didn't have the emotional bandwidth to explain that his parents didn't consider working at Family Video to be a real job.Â
As far as they were concerned, Steve could quit if he had to, and then go find another job when they were done using him to play the nice, All-American family.Â
Likely for business purposes.
"They aren't the type to care." Steve said instead.Â
It was easier than getting into it.
(Easier than explaining the BMW wasn't in his name, but his parents.Â
How his money went into a bank account they had access to.Â
That practically everything he owned was actually owned by Richard and Stella Harrington, and both were quick to remind him of that fact the second they felt Steve was acting out of line.Â
And boy, had he been acting out of line.Â
 Getting into fights.Â
Turning their punishment of working a job they picked specifically for the humiliating outfit, into the far worse public embarrassment of being involved in a mall fire--an embarrassment because Steve had "lost" the keys to the BMW, had "put himself in danger" playing hero instead of letting the perfectly capable firefighters do it, then âparaded aroundâ with bruises all over his face, racking up medical bills.Â
Truly a sin for someone who hadnât made it into college.)Â
So no, this vacation they demanded Steve drop everything for was not anything close to a reward, or even something they were doing to spend time together. There was a reason they needed Steve, and as far as they were concerned, Steve was at their beck and call until he shaped up and got his life back on track.Â
His own plans be damned.Â
"That's not fair though!" Dustin burst out and Steve sighed in relief, because here at least, he knew what to do to distract his younger friend.
 âWe planned our trip months ago!â Dustin continued, looking two seconds away from giving in and stomping his foot.Â
The kid might have been smarter than Steve--smarter than most people really--by a hell of a lot, but he was still fourteen.Â
Smarts, Steve knew, didn't exactly equate to emotional intelligence, and it definitely didn't stop rampaging hormones.
Ice cream on the other hand, was a great aid in both areas.Â
"You better be making this up to us." Dustin threatened thirty minutes later, spoon wedged deep into a sundae. âWe canât do, like, half the stuff we were going to do without you!âÂ
âI'm sure you guys didnât need me to play ghost runners or whatever.â Steve said, but was quick to back down when Dustin nearly threw his spoon at him.Â
Rather than antagonizing him more, Steve dutifully raised his hand to put over his heart. "I swear on your mom that Iâll make it up to you.â Â
Dustin rolled his eyes, but otherwise, finally, let the whole thing go.Â
Stupidly, Steve thought this meant the worst was over.
He was wrong.Â
xXxÂ
Mike hadnât cared.Â
El and Will hadnât really either, though both expressed some sadness that Steve wouldnât be participating in the camping trip that the Party as a whole had been looking forward to for the past few months.Â
Erica had simply snapped at him, making him promise much the same as Dustin had that he would be making it up to her sometime in the future. Likewise, she had been bought off by ice cream (even if she insisted it didnât count because Steve owed her ice cream anyways.)Â
Max was the surprising emotional standout.Â
"You can't tell them no?" She demanded, arms crossed over her chest.Â
Lucas was hovering awkwardly at her shoulder, shooting "what can you do?" vibes as hard as he could at Steve as his (currently on-again) girlfriend outright dressed the elder boy down; her shoulders creeping up higher and higher until she seemed to realize she was visually giving away her upset and forcibly relaxed them.Â
Unlike Dustin and Erica, her tirade was very out of character and Steve was growing more concerned by the second that something was wrong the more she spat at him.Â
âI mean for fucks sake, didnât you tell them you had plans!?â She finished, eyes narrowed in rage.Â
Which was rich coming from someone whose stepdad had Billy Hargrove running all over town before heâd run off after the guyâs death, but then, Steve knew better than to bring all that up.
(The image of Max, unresponsive in the hospital with casts on almost every limb, was still too fresh.Â
Even now he didnât like to push her, even if the Party as a whole did their best to take notice when one of them was isolating themselves again.Â
Max, though she was down to one crutch, was still inclined to use it as a weapon and very much enjoyed practicing her swings on peopleâs ankles.)Â
âI did indeed. They donât care and theyâre not giving me a choice, but for what itâs worth I am sorry.â Steve tried to keep his voice even and out of angry-shrieking range, and vaguely prayed it was working. âI swear, I will make it up to you guys, even if we have to go on a second camping trip.âÂ
This was clearly not the correct thing to say.
Though judging by the murderous rage being aimed his way, Steve was pretty sure nothing short of âYou know what youâre right, let me go tell my parents to fuck off!â would make Max happy.Â
âSo youâre seriously just going to drop everything, all our plans, your job, us,â She took a very threatening step forward and despite her being a full foot shorter than him, Steve had to fight not to take a responding step back. âSo you can go play rich boy in the Bahamas?âÂ
âWeâre not going to the Bahamas--â Steve tried, but was interrupted with a loud âugh!â of disapproval.Â
âWhatever makes you happy, Steven.â Max spat, and then turned on her heel, storming off towards the rest of the Party (who had taken one look at Maxâs face and fled into the arcade so she and Steve could âtalk.â) âIâm sorry us peasants werenât good enough to hang around!â Â
âSorry man.â Lucas apologized quietly, on his way to run after Max.Â
Steve just scrubbed a hand through his hair and sighed.Â
xXxÂ
âThe kids are mad at you.â Nancy announced, appearing across the Family Video counter like a phantom.Â
Steve swore, nearly dropping his stack of VHSâs, while Robin (who had clearly seen Nancy approach) cackled at his fumble.Â
âYeah, I did get that memo.â Steve said, after he stabilized his stack, safely moving them from his arms to the counter.Â
Nancy peered around them, her face giving away nothing. âIt is kind of shitty to cancel at the last minute like that. We were relying on you to drive.â
An old fury shook itself awake in Steveâs chest, taking an interest in the conversation the second Steve realized what Nancy was here to do.Â
He took a deep, shuddering breath, and pressed it down, back into the box heâd slammed it in all those years ago.Â
âIâd leave the keys to Robin here, but unfortunately, someone failed their drivers test.â Steve said instead, jamming his finger over his shoulder and blatantly attempting to pass the buck.Â
Robin, who absolutely knew that was what he was doing, faked a gasp and kicked at his ankles.Â
âThat crotchety asshole failed me on purpose!â She protested, spinning to face Nancy. âHe made like, three misogynistic comments before we even got in the car!âÂ
âPointing out that he knew the car wasnât yours wasnât misogynistic, he was just surprised to see me letting you use the Beemer.â Steve shot back, rolling his eyes. âI donât exactly let a lot of people drive it.âÂ
Unspoken was that Steveâs BMW was one of the townâs more unique cars, and thus easily identifiable by the locals at large.Â
âHow is that better!?â Robin returned, but Nancy cleared her throat before they could successfully get the Steve-and-Robin show on the road.Â
âThe point is that we--but really, the kids, were counting on you.â Nancy said, dipping into her patented âIâm upset with youâ tone.Â
A year ago it would have cut Steve to the bone, even if he didnât show it.Â
Now he just stared tiredly at her back.Â
âIâm sorry, Nance, but it is what it is.â He said simply, hoping the apology (even if he knew it wasnât so much a real apology as it was something he said to keep the rage from breaking out and wrecking havoc via his mouth) would soften his ex. âI donât know what else to tell you.â
Given the abrupt narrowing of her eyes, it very much did not help his case.Â
âFor someone who was so vocal about trying to change I have to say this is pretty disappointing.â Nancy said simply, but with just enough of a tone that Steve had to close his eyes for a second.Â
Feel the way that old anger, the one that had powered King Steve, hit the bars of its cage.
Robin stilled immediately next to him, her head ping-ponging between Steve and Nancy both as she too, clocked that Nancy was pissed, and here to chew Steve out about it.Â
âUm.â She said, voice going high in discomfort.Â
Steve grit his teeth. âI donât exactly get a say in these things, Nancy. You know that.âÂ
He had to work to keep his voice even, fighting against the ice that wanted to sharpen his own tone.Â
It was just---Nancy did know.Â
Steve had told her all those years ago, in the safety of her arms, about his parents' expectations. Their predetermined path, the way they dictated large swathes of his life.Â
How theyâd allowed him to pick which sports he played, but required that he play a sport no matter the time of year.Â
That the pool they had installed wasnât for him, he just got to use it as much as he did in part because heâd joined the swim team, and the kind of mental mind games he and his parents played about things like that.Â
Apparently either Nancy had forgotten, or simply hadnât taken it in to begin with because she wasnât backing down.Â
(Not that Steve had ever seen Nancy Wheeler back down.)Â
âI know you have trouble juggling your parents' plans with your own.â Nancy said, and her tone was absolutely icy now. âI certainly remember waiting for a date that never happened.âÂ
Steve sucked in a breath through his teeth, knowing immediately what Nancy was referring to.Â
âI told you they came home unexpectedly.â He said, arms now crossed against his chest, nails digging into his arms as a way to help himself stay grounded. âThey wouldnât let me use the phone until the next day and I apologized.â
âAnd I recall having a lovely conversation with your mother where she said otherwise.â Nancy said, her words punctuated by another high pitched âUhhhh.â from Robin.Â
âFunny how you believe my mom over me.â Steve said and whoops, yup, he definitely sounded mad now.Â
So much for all the effort heâd put in to staying calm.Â
âBecause I look at actions, Steve. Patterns. The same ones you kept repeating.â Nancy was clearly about to escalate, and Robin, bless her, had had enough.Â
âHe-eeey.â She said, wedging herself in between Steve and the counter Nancy was starting to lean over. âI totally get it, youâre both upset, but this maybe isnât the venue to fight about it? There are customers in the store and--sorry Nancy--but I do kinda need Steve for work, soâŠâÂ
She trailed off, glancing nervously between the two of them.Â
Nancy took a breath, blasting it out of her mouth like an academically inclined dragon. âYouâre right. Iâm sorry Robin.â
She then turned on her heel, making her way to the doors. She paused before them, and Steve prepared himself because he knew whatever she was going to say next, it was going to hurt.Â
âI wouldnât care if it was just me, Steve, but the kids donât deserve you pulling this shit. Not after all theyâve been through.â With that, Nancy pushed through the door, head held high as she stormed to her car.Â
As was typical for Nancyâs aim, she scored a direct hit.Â
Steve, somehow, resisted throwing things.Â
âCan you believe her!?â He said, the second the doors were closed and Nancy safely out of eyeshot. âComing in here like that!?âÂ
He ran his hand through his hair, once, twice.Â
A third time for good measure.Â
âYeah, that was seriously public for her.â Robin agreed, sliding up next to him. âLike really public.âÂ
Steve shrugged, because well. Not really.Â
Not anymore.Â
But Robin didnât know that, just like Robin wasnât entirely familiar with the depths Steveâs parents went to save face. They hadnât exactly had time to really dig into it all, given how fast the Vecna situation had hit after Starcourt and the sheer PTSD both incidents had caused.Â
Most nights they spent together was spent trying to avoid reliving nightmares, not discussing ones they were currently still living in.Â
A fact that Steve was more than happy to bring her up to speed on, but to do so involved a lot of backstory, and backstory involved Nancy, and God, he was fucking pissed at Nancy.Â
Soon it was an hour into his rant and he hadnât actually gotten around to the sheer level of shit his parents would pull, too busy with Nancy and old echoes of âbullshit.âÂ
 He only stopped when Robin put a hand on his shoulder, shaking him ever so slightly.Â
âDingus. You know I love you, and I know youâve changed, but you do gotta admit, canceling at the last minute is kinda shitty and I get why theyâre upset.âÂ
It was like the carpet had been pulled right out from under Steve, yanked so quickly heâd have to pinwheel to keep his feet.Â
âWhat?â He said, eyes round in sheer surprise.Â
âI just mean like, I get your parents are dicks but,â Robinâs face screwed up, looking like sheâd sucked a lemon. It was her âIâm going to say something you donât like faceâ and it hit Steve like a punch to the gut.Â
âOur shiftâs almost over and no offense, youâve started to repeat yourself about Nance, and I get it! I do, memory shit is hard!â Robinâs hands moved as she talked, her bracelets jingling as if punctuating her point.Â
âBut I also think admitting you double booked yourself on accident and just taking responsibility for it would help smooth things over. Middle ground, you know?â Robin waggled her hands in a gesture that, for the first time in a long time, Steve didnât understand.Â
He found himself suddenly struggling to breathe.Â
âAre you--are you saying you think I didnât tell them I had a trip already planned?âÂ
Steve wasnât sure how he managed to get it out. Wasnât sure how he was doing anything, given the heat that was shooting through him, a hot mix of confusion and betrayal as Robin fidgeted to his left.Â
âNo! Okay well,â The lemon face got worse for a second. âIâm just saying you did kinda forget to pick me up that one time, and you do kinda blame your parents when stuff like that happens.â She bit a nail, peering at him out of the corner of her eyes. Â
âI donât--â Steve said, completely knocked adrift. âIâŠâ
Robin didnât believe him.
His Robin.Â
Who wasnât--wasnât exactly siding with Nancy, but wasnât saying she was wrong either, or that she understood that this shit was out of his control, and in fact, was kind of implying that Nancy was right more so than Steve was and---and--
There was a ringing in Steveâs ears he wasnât sure actually existed.Â
âIâm sure a lot of it is your brain injury. The doctors said your short term memory can take a while to fully come back and I totally get why you donât wanna say that, I just, I think it would be better if--Steve?â Robin jumped back as Steve finally found his footing, swiping his jacket and punching out before she could catch how badly his hands were shaking.Â
âIâm leaving.â Steve told her, his own words a million miles away, entirely uncaring if Keith fired him.Â
Keith was likely going to fire him anyway, given Steve was about to ask for a week-long vacation not even four months after the whole Vecna ordeal.Â
âWait, Steve, hey--Dingus! I wasnât done, I mean, I had more to say I, dammit Steve--!â Robin called after him frantically as Steve bolted for the door.Â
Steve ignored her, aiming for the Beemer and swinging himself numbly into the driver's seat when he got it open.Â
Put the car in park and avoided Robinâs face entirely as he backed it out, punching the gas far harder than he needed to.Â
The Beemer roared in response, nose rising as it shot forward.Â
Robin was his best friend. His fucking--platonic soulmate, as she kept calling him. The very idea that she agreed with Nancy in general was a blow but in this?
Against his parents?Â
Nausea rolled angrily in Steveâs stomach, matching the sudden wetness that coated his eyes.Â
Angry and needing an outlet, Steve stomped hard on the gas, taking the next corner far too sharp and making the beemer fishtail, tires squealing .Â
He didnât know where he was going.
He figured heâd find out when he got there.Â
xXxÂ
Given what Steve knew about the universe at large, (nevermind Hawkins) it probably wasnât the smartest thing to hang around the Quarry at night.
But then, summer was in full swing. Kids were home from college and itching to find a place to party without parental overhead.Â
Deep to the left side of the water, around a few bends and tucked oh so neatly out of sight, was a place where one could do just that.Â
Party.
This stretch had long been claimed by the college kids of Hawkins, and guarded zealously for it.Â
With the sheer number of drunk people whooping and hollering around the bonfires below the ridge where everyone parked their cars, Steve figured he was safe enough.Â
Even if he was up with said cars, sitting alone.Â
Not like it mattered. If a demodog or demogorgan or demo-fucking-dragon decided to come along, Steve had half a mind to just let it have him.Â
It felt easier than trying to fix the current mess his life was in.Â
So he sat up here, blowing through the alcohol heâd purchased from the one gas station that never carded, drinking his problems away.Â
(That also wasnât the best course of action but with his parents home to spring the whole âvacationâ ordeal on him, it wasnât like Steve had a choice.)Â
He hadnât grabbed a lot--had been so damn upset and struggling to hide it that heâd picked up a four pack of wine coolers instead of the intended beer heâd wanted. It was all he had though, and so he chugged the last bottle with a wince and wished he was a hell of a lot drunker than he felt.
Then promptly caught sight of the person walking towards him, and wondered vaguely if he was drunker than he felt.Â
Of all the people to come and offer him a can of beer, Steve would have never expected Tommy Hagan.Â
He eyed it and his old friend both, before slowly reaching out and taking the can.Â
âHeard you and your parents are doing CoHo this year.â Tommy said casually, leaning up against the front of the Beemer like it was old times.Â
âYup.â Steve replied, drawing the word out.Â
âAngie Tidemanâs parents are going, theyâre bringing her ith .â Tommy said it casually, and had the good graces not to grin when Steve audibly groaned.
âOh god.â
Tommy sucked on a lip, nodding absently. âYeah.âÂ
Then; âIt gets worse.âÂ
Steve, who now knew what this conversation was about, instantly began tearing into the beer can. âHow can it get worse? You know what Angieâs like.â
Angie, whose full name was Angelina, lived a few towns over. Born to wealthy parents who doted on their beloved only child, Angie had more in common with your average shark than she did her fellow humans.Â
A comparison that, frankly, was unkind to sharks.
She was without a doubt the most selfish person Steve had ever had the misfortune of encountering, and the mere idea of being trapped in a room with her made his skin crawl.Â
Their parents were business buddies though, and god forbid he ever insult a business buddies kid,Â
âShe goes to Purdue, you know, with me and Carol.â Tommy said, instead of answering directly. âWe cross paths a lot, party wise.âÂ
Steve stayed silent.Â
Knew how Tommy talked, how his stories meandered. Especially the juicy ones.Â
âSheâs been talking a lot recently. Given you donât look all that informed, Iâm gonna assume the one person she hasnât talked to is you.âÂ
Steve gripped the can of beer, a sudden, sick fear blooming in his gut.Â
âTommy.â He said mildly, not loud enough to really interrupt, but with enough force to let his former friend know to get to the point, now.Â
âGot all super fancy right before we left for summer break. Hair done, whole new wardrobe, nails, you know.â Tommy waggled his fingers playfully, but dropped them when Steve just stared. âWent full whore on us. I swear she was making out with any guy who even looked at her--âÂ
âTommy.â He repeated, this time a hell of a lot firmer.Â
Done pushing, Tommy let go of the proverbial bombshell. âApparently youâre planning on proposing to her this summer. Sheâs gonna return next year as an engaged woman, with you in tow, because apparently, you got into Purdue. Congrats by the way.âÂ
Tommy clapped him on the shoulder, right as Steveâs mouth went dry.Â
For the second time that day, he found himself fighting the burning heat of embarrassment and fury as it rolled through him.Â
âIâm proposing.â Steve said, as if saying it out loud would scare the very idea away. âTo Angie.âÂ
âYeah we kinda figured you didnât know.â Tommy said with a snide little grin. To the average outsider it was mocking, but Steve knew better.
Tommy was uncomfortable, because Tommy had understood what Steveâs parents had done.Â
âWhat Iâd like to know is just how much Angieâs parents paid to get you into Purdue. Thatâs gotta be a minimum fifty thousand dollar donation at least.â Tommy removed his hand, to instead lean his shoulder against Steveâs. Like this was the old times, before theyâd fought. â I didnât think they had that kind of money to throw around.â Â
A past conversation with his father struck Steve, running through the front of his mind like a bad horror movie.Â
âThey sold the estate.â Steve said vacantly, the implications not quite hitting. âThe one theyâve been trying to get rid of forever, over in Cape Cod.âÂ
âOh shit.â Tommy said, blinking as he too, recalled what was likely his father telling him the very same news.Â
âThey sold the place on Cape Cod, and they used part of the funds to fucking buy me like a toy.â And yeah, saying it out loud, it definitely sounded bad. âI didnât think Angie even liked me.â
âDoes Angie like anyone?â Tommy asked, incredulously, but nudged Steveâs shoulder again when his joke didnât net him the laugh he wanted.. âI mean, you had to know your old man had plans to straighten you out. He keeps getting mad at my dad, because the ass won't stop making jokes that Iâm going to take over the company instead of you.âÂ
âAnd this is it. Attaching me to Angie.â Steve said vacantly. âBecause they know if I get marriedâŠâÂ
Heâd put his wife first. His family, first.Â
The one heâd wanted, dreamed of, since he first realized he didnât have one.Â
Heâd been playing checkers the entire time, too busy fighting fucking monsters and Russians to realize his parents had upgraded to chess.Â
In a dizzying array of mental connect-the-dots, Steve replayed the last years worth of conversations. All the odd little things theyâd said. All the dumb things Steve had just ignored.Â
 Theyâd warned him.Â
Had told him he better shape up, or theyâd be forced to do something drastic.Â
That his parents hadnât wasted all this time, effort, money on him, for him to throw away his life like he was.Â
âYou better start acting right and figuring out how to get your life back on track, because you wonât like what happens if I have to fix it for you. You get a month Steven, and after that? Well. Just remember you forced my hand, Steven.âÂ
They knew. They knew him, and what made him tick.
âI think the real question is what Angieâs parents see in you.â Tommy teased, but then they both knew the answer to that puzzle.Â
For all that Steveâs mom complained about her husband, the guy was a shrewd and calculating businessman. Those weekends, then weekdays, then more and more time away hadnât just been so he could go screw his secretary.Â
Richard Harrington had fast tracked his business to the point where it was now getting attention. The business journal, âTop 50 Companies to Watchâ kind.Â
Even if Steve fucked up entirely, he was set to inherit a fortune and a business that would continue adding to it, for some time to come.Â
Provided he did what his parents wanted.
Such as marrying Angie.Â
Thing was, if his parents did what they always did, and held their wealth (his car, his home, his life and all the little things in it) against him like a gun to his head, if Angie got that ring around her finger?Â
 Steve would bow to their whims.Â
 Because they could fluster him into proposing so he didnât embarrass Angie, and her parents and anyone else whoâd undoubtedly be watching. Theyâd make a spectacle of it.Â
Because once he did propose, they wouldnât let him back out, burying him under guilt trips and veiled threats until he was marched down the aisle in a groomsman suite and told to stand.Â
Because against all common sense, Steve wanted a family who loved him so desperately heâd chase it like a dog if he was presented with the opportunity and told to make it work.Â
It didnât matter that Angie was selfish.Â
Steve would try anyway.Â
His parents were maneuvering him as easily as they had back when he was a kid, using love as a tool to get him to do what they wanted and even seeing the nose hanging from the rafters, they knew just the right words to get him to place it around his neck.Â
âThought youâd wanna know.â Tommy finished, pushing himself off Steveâs car. âBefore your parents sprung it on you.âÂ
âSonofabitch.â Steve hissed angrily, a million thoughts racing through his head, the heat of being caught in a trap blasting down his spine.Â
âYeah.â Tommy added, rather unhelpfully. âBut hey, given that youâre about to go on vacation to propose, why donât we consider this,â here Tommy swept his hand, gesturing to the party below, âyour proposal party?âÂ
It was a downright horrible idea.
But then, Steve didnât exactly have a better one.Â
Not when the world itself seemed against him, grinding its heel into his back and laughing about it.Â
He knew the drill. If he went down there, arm in arm with Tommy, then it wouldnât matter that half those kids were from a few towns over, driven in by new college buddies. Â
Theyâd see him as a reason to get wild, absolutely uncaring that they didnât know who the hell he was.Â
Steve needed that.
People who werenât mad at him, buying into the easy lies his parents wove, or who didn't understand the games played against him.Â
âFuck it.â He announced, standing up from the hood of his car as Tommyâs grin morphed into something he used to see in the days of old, back when they were sneaking drinks from their parents' alcohol cabinets. âThis way at least I get a party.â
Not like his parents were going to let him have an engagement party. Or a bachelor party, or likely let his ass back into Hawkins.Â
No matter how long the engagement.Â
Tommy cheered, raising his arms to the sky and Steve grinned wildly with him.Â
Heâd figure out how to get out of all this later--but for now, he wanted just a few damn hours where he didnât have to think.Â
Not about his parents, or Angie, or possible attempts to force him into marriage, like this was the yee olden days and Steve was a Victorian maiden who needed to be brought to heel.Â
Likewise he didnât want to think about the Party, or Russian torture, or how Nancy could be so damn smart in some things and downright stupid in others.Â
He absolutely didn't want to think about Robin.Â
âHey boys and girls, look who I drug up!â Tommy yelled as they approached and soon, word had spread.
This was Steveâs proposal party, and he was here to get absolutely smashed (while encouraging everyone else to do the exact same, in his honor.)Â
Which would be how Eddie found him a few hours later.
Still at the quarry, crossfaded off his ass, a forty in one hand and a lawn dart in the other.Â
âAre you kidding me, Steve?â Eddie grit out, desperately trying to wrestle the lawn dart out of his hand. âYouâre fucking partying with Tommy Hagan!?âÂ
Steve blinked at him a few times, finally catching on that Eddie was in fact, actually there.Â
âWhen did you show up?â He asked, though given the wince on Eddieâs face and just how hard it had been to move his lips, Steve correctly assumed heâd slurred the shit out of the question.Â
Somehow, Eddie understood him anyway.Â
âRobin called me a while ago, gave me a list of places you might be. Almost skipped this one until I stepped out of my van to take a piss and heard the party.â Eddie explained, and somehow while doing so, heâd successfully gotten a hold of the dart.Â
He was now working on removing the 40 ounce.Â
Steve frowned, using his newly freed hand to grip it closer to his chest.Â
âHarrington.â Eddie warned, and oh, wow, they were back to last names huh?
Well why not, it wasn't like his night could get worse.Â
âThis is mine, Munson.â Steve fired back, putting as much vitriol into Eddieâs last name as he could.
This did not detour the metalhead.Â
âCome on man, give me the bottle.â Eddie said firmly.Â
Steve shook his head stubbornly, enjoying the way his hair whipped at his face. âNo.â
Another man stumbled over, a guy Steve absolutely did not know. He frowned, looking between Eddie and Steve.Â
For two seconds, Steve thought they might have trouble, and given the way Eddie was tensing, he clearly thought so too.Â
Instead, New Guy just kind of rocked on his heels. âHey, shove off it, buddy. Itâs this guy's bachelor party, let the man drink!âÂ
Eddieâs face did something complicated then, pulling the sort of expressive looks only he could manage.
It was both adorable and hilarious, and if Steve hadnât just been reminded of the very reason he was drinking, heâd have told Eddie so.Â
âYeah!â He said instead, raising his hand in the air, toasting his bottle of forty against the other guyâs red solo cup. âItâs my proposalengagmentbachelor party!âÂ
Given the second, adorable-slash-hilarious look on Eddieâs face, Steve assumed those words hadnât come out right either.Â
âOkay.â Eddie said hands on his hips in a stance Steve was pretty sure Eddie had gotten from him. âHereâs what's going to happen. Youâre going to put the bottle away. Then youâre going to give me your car keys, and then the two of us are going to my house to sleep whatever is happening here, off.âÂ
At least, that's what Steve thought he heard. It was a pretty un-Eddie like speech, and Steve maybe, might have been the one to say it, because he maybe, might have been mocking what Eddie had actually said.
Maybe.
It was hard to know, given that Steveâs thoughts were a thick soup on a bit of a time delay, and he was having a hard time figuring up from down, let alone what Eddie had been actually saying.Â
Speaking of;Â
 âWhen did I get into your car?â Steve asked, blinking as the vanâs passenger seat appeared before him.
âJust now.â Eddie said, helping him in.
âHuh.â Said Steve, and then he maybe passed out a bit, because once again, he found himself awake and alert at a place that wasnât where heâd just been.Â
âCome on.â Eddie said gently, one of Steveâs arms over his shoulder as Steve leaned heavily into him, guiding the jock up the stairs and into the small house he and Wayne now called a home.Â
The guy might have muttered a few things about bachelor parties along the way, but Steve was too focused on walking straight to really take notice.Â
Part Two
#lol remember when I said I wasnt posting parts to stuff until they were finished#THAT SURE LASTED LONG#pre steddie#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#0o0 fanfics#This is very Steve focused#TW his horrible parents#VERY hurt#comforts later#with eddie!#I really wanted to explore Steves Parents#in proper Rich Asshole Controling fashion#TW forced marriage#or mentions of#I also wanted to explore a lot of how the kids#and Nancy and Robin (who are also STILL kids#would react because sure they came up against monsters and the government#but neither of those things want you to like them#theyll let you know theyll eat you#Steves parents#like many rich dicks#want to isolate#want you to think theyre amazing#and its often the inner circle who knows whats up but are also caught in their own chokechain#hence the title of this fic#whiiiich is chokechain#stranger things#tw drinking
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Does croissant and gale get married in your story?
It's certainly something they plan to do!
But not just yet.
đ„ Croissant Adventures Masterpost đ„
#FINALLY! MORE BREADWEAVE! JUST FOR YOU!#Thank you for asking this - what a good way for me to segue into some post-game stuff! (this is pre-epilogue)#Croissant was never super into marriage so it's something they don't mind waiting on. And they want to make sure ALL their friends are ther#I also feel like Croissant never felt like they had a Purpose - so they've never had a place to direct all their energy#Now that they have this task they're going to go full Gale mode about it lol#Which I think Gale would be happy to oblige - reading a bunch of books to solve a problem seems right up his alley#Bc I'm not sure if I'll draw this - I envision Croissant focusing on figuring out how to magic Karlach's heart back to normal#while Gale works on some magic artifact to allow Astarion to be in the sun again#Both of them will be bad about having a proper sleep schedule#bg3#baldur's gate 3#croissant adventures#gale#gale dekarios#breadweave#asks#comics
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self-conscious over getting obsessed with a ttrpg npc i made too aligned with my tastes
#masks: a new generation#masks ttrpg#pbta#ttrpg art#original character#superheroes#true strike#truestrike#antonio salvo#tony salvo#miserable big man#masks: overlook#rp stuff makes me insane but what can i do#pre-killing dino donut and destroying his career and marriage#sorry truestrike i went to the john tavner and kendall roy academy you may be miserable but you're fine in comparison
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Thing about small italian villages is that the didnt really have roads up until the 70's which of course leads to a massive amount of cousin marriage and inbreeding and while yes my particular own has its issues regarding that (3 major families (one of whom i am part of!!! Yay!!!) that all of the other families are related to, everyone there has bone/joint problems or some sort of schizofrenia) the neighboring one is worse as in they have one major family and the rest of the inhabitants are ppl who immigrated to have a quiet life in the mountain slopes and that by itself could be an extremely interesting study bcs everyone there kinda looks the same-ish and has a frankly insane amount of people with developmental disabilities for a population this small
#ok now that i have typed it out i realized it sounds mean and i want to earnestly say that i am not mocking them i just suck at tone#i do not think its something to be laughed at i just think the whole thing is uh. i wouldnt say tragic but really no one's fault#bcs again. if you live in the mountains where the main city is hard to reach bcs of poor road conditions#which leads to isolation and also extreme stigma against the village folk *of course* the village#will become more secluded and incestuous marriages will happen (aside from the obv economical factor#that a pre industrial reality would entrail)#its just. fascinating on a sociological and genetical level. esp since by when the roads were functional#and the village folk stigma had already gone away the whole 'we stay here we stay together we are better than anyone bcs they are envious#of us and we will continue inbreeding and any kids with severe disabilities born from it are actually Blessed because they are born from us#has already taken so much root it is now unlikely to be eradicated . the nature of italian villages is that every once in a while#someone reinvents blood purity and eugenetics lmao#anyways this whole incest thing is also the reason why i get frustrated about those books that have#the main characters go into small bigoted villages and either finding peace there or be horrified by its conservatives ideas#while never digging on the *why*. like yeah all this 'what happens in the village stays in the village and everyone else is an enemy'#but they never dig into why that mentality was born to begin with and how incest there#actively helps this mentality to continue on like you legit still have grandmas telling you to marry ur cousin#anw. i dont know what i was going for w this rant. it originated from knowing that my aunt turned local saint#was actually schizophrenic and was prone to paranoid attacks and mental breakdowns similar to mine#fun stuff!
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i like the idea of yves being bhaal's bride but in a bride of frankenstein way. yves was originally a kelemvor cleric who got murdered by bhaalists then sacrificed to him. bhaal then, takes her likeliness and crafts a bhaalspawn with his flesh and hers, making a bhaalspawn out of yves with the sole purpose of being his bride. unsure if i want bhaalspawn yves and og yves to be the same person - but i kind of like the horror vibes of yves losing all her memories thinking she just got kidnapped but now she's aware that something is wrong with her and she can't pinpoint what it is until she starts getting the durges .
also iirc there's a note about how bhaalist wedding is basically they commit mass murder then kill their lover + themselves, it aligns with the durge letter you find in the mindflayer colony about durge's plan of killing everyone then themselves lol
#and i def think bhaal WOULD marry one of his spawns lmfao#but the marriage in question being that he claims her after she commits the mass murder (basically taking over her body)#love the idea that yves and co would think up of what kind of life she had pre the amnesia and shes like ooh what if im a travelling cleric#or something âș then in act 2 when she starts to remember some stuff / her memories starts to get triggered in moonrise it's like oh no.....#you're actually WAY worse ..............#also i love the idea of durgetash being a thing WHILE she's bhaal's bride like ... the concept of gortash stealing a god's bride is saur đ€#we giggled ok we ijbol'd đ€#shut up about bg3.#bg3 spoilers
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The way Iâve just written random stuff for the djats fmo au đđ
#like the first two are pre getting together⊠well the first one is#they are basically together in the second but wonât say it#third is marriage stuff#fmo headcanons#maybe Iâll expand on one so this post actually makes any sense lmao#djats fmo au
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RP inspo doodle dump
Also mod mentioned in tags! https://www.nexusmods.com/fallout4/mods/49501/
#gale#fallout 4#sole survivor#digital art#oc artwork#fallout polycule#sole x deacon x nick#nick valentine#is John and Edward Deegan a ship anywhere else?#probably not we came up with it on the fly#fresh hot rarepair get your tickets now#also some more of Galeâs adopted daughter (shoutout to the Jessie child companion mod here)#and Gale pre marriage stuff#also Jessi rp lore is separate from any mod lore because there- really isnât any yet LOL#Iâm nOT good at drawing ghouls yet forgive meeeee
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i think a problem (which isn't actually a problem) i had with tes is that i'm in too deep in OC and fanon lore-making (like a good portion of the people who have been invested in this franchise for a long ass time lol) and all this was kept in private circles that were basically writing and reading back and forth with a couple of friends. so 90% of what i'm interested in writing is usually stuff like bleekus bookuns's merethic era adventures in a dwemer sweatshop and his relationships with other non-canon characters. and i used to think this was a problem because why bother posting about something that *i* am the only audience
but the thing is that ppl do write and post their entirely non-canon stuff all the time and i just didn't know that until now. very beautiful and inspiring
#prompted by me seeing a kill bill gifset of oren-ishii's speech and remembering#how much i wanted to write my oren (who was named after the kill bill one lol) plotting voryn's ascension as high lord#her and vaeron's childhood in kogoruhn her marriage to kagrenac and a bunch of pre-nord rebellion stuff#mesa de bar
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Why do I have to know about Anant Ambani and Radhika Merchant's wedding? I thought they got married ages ago but no that was all pre-wedding stuff?! Photoshoots! Wedding fashion week or whatever where Radhika just kept wearing designer clothes and posing! The family invited Zuckerberg and Trump's daughter and god knows who else. Didn't Rihanna, Beiber and Perry perform at pre wedding events? What the fuck is happening???
This is absurd. 5000 crore on a wedding?! A wedding???? Bitch what the fuck.
May your stocks crash and burn.
#India#I thought the pre wedding stuff ended ages ago and they got married but no their marriage is today đđđ
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not enough people write stucky being married/having kids tbh
#and idk why like they could absolutely find their own version of normal#and domestic life does not mean they stop being themselves#like the closest we get is in pre-iw fics obvs pre-catfa fics have domesticity too but there's the secrecy aspect#or just pining and not even actually being together so#OBVS marriage and kids are not impt to everyone so i get why some authors wouldn't go that route#but there are others that i figure absolutely would? and it feels like it just shows#that even in fanfiction where people are trying to give these characters a break from superhero-ing#like fans can't seem to actually imagine a real end to the fighting and idgi tbh#like they'll occasionally give bucky an out bc he explicitly doesn't want to fight in cw and iw#but they don't give the same option to steve despite him considering getting out all the way back in catws#like granted that was more to do with shield and not a desire to stop fighting bad guys#i just think like. why can't there be a compromise#bc the only fics where he does fully retire he's doing stuff that's ENTIRELY different (and usually has disappeared entirely#varies whether he's still in contact with the people who matter)#like why can't he do stuff that's still helping the world without the captain america mantle#the WHOLE fucking point is he wants to do what's right regardless of the super-serum#idk it definitely gets into the idea of ~selfishness~ that people talked about wrt endgame#like yeah lol he did deserve to get the fuck out of being captain america after over a decade of saving the world#does not mean the answer was abandon everyone and everything for someone who does not have his morals lol ANYWAY
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cont'd @hellsmayflower
Lucifer blinked. That actually hadn't been what he was thinking, not right at this moment. But... he wasn't going to say no, if she actually wanted that.
Still. He's going to play dumb. For fun. He smirks back at her.
"Sure.... what's in there?"
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#i did a deep dive through some stuff looking for a really old wip that i was reminded of by a discord server#(alas did not find it :c#but oh my god#I booted up my old macbook that i haven't used in over 6 years just to see if maybe it was saved on there#and i found so much stuff#a lot of really bad memories/reminders of my marriage and ideals that i used to have#it was just not great and led to a whole fucking fiasco on my PC when I turned off the macbook cause fucking GOOGLE#but anyways I found some old fanfics that I wrote when I was like 15-17 lmao#it was like three different stories in one document for some reason but they were for two different fandoms? Why were they even together id#but it was sg1 and supernatural cause yeah I was that kind of teenager#(this was pre-tumblr era; i didn't join tumblr till i was like 20 and that was STILL 11 years ago)#i didn't even read the whole document cause the font size was all over the place for some reason and really hard to read#but i copy/pasted it into a google document so that i could remove it from that computer and read it again#definitely some OC's and very much of the Mary Sue variety#there was a whole family of OC's and I don't remember at all where I dragged those ones out of or what their story was supposed to be#but it's intrigued me tbh; maybe i can revamp them lmao#i caught myself in my own plot twist though cause i was reading it and had a WHAT moment at a reveal that i forgot about#this was clearly back before i felt the need to compile story notes too#either i had more confidence in my memory when ideas struck or i was just pulling all of it directly out of my ass#which the latter is way more plausible tbh#i'm going to read through this document more thoroughly tonight now that i have it as a uniform font size#it's nearly 20k words between the three or four stories in the document though which surprised me tbh#kee speaks#OH and also I found another really short blurb of some OC's that I have introduced here before#It's Tyr and Brennan from before I changed their names and I'm not entirely sure what my plan had been for it#but it's basically word vomit of me trying to get the imagery and visceral whump description of sensations onto the page#followed up with really cute comfort cuddling which made me all 'd'aww' over my own characters lmao#maybe I can run with that one and actually make it into a story
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âIâve just had a thought.â
Kei looks up from his phone, eyes drooping, the hour youâve spent lounging on the couch rendering him immune to the fact that his neck is bent at a disastrous angle against the armrest. It has you pulling him forward, taking the pillow from under your neck to stuff under his, but itâs a fine trade. Now you can lay against the warmth of his chest and settle into what Kei calls the pre-napâor, what he used to call it, back when he was still too embarrassed to simply say that he wanted cuddles.
âWoah, careful there," he can't pass up the opportunity to start with. Then, "Good kind or bad kind?â
You hum. âSickeningly domestic kind.â
âSo⊠good,â he decides after a beat, setting his phone down on the coffee table.
Those long, gentle fingers you love slide into your hair, and itâs a wonder how theyâre always able to sate an itch that only manifests itself mere seconds before the touch, just so they can be rubbed away by him and him alone; suspiciously wizard-like. âItâs not like Iâm opposed to any of that⊠Since itâs you.â
Aww.
âHoneycakesââ you coo obnoxiously, disguising his name in the endearment, which gets you exactly what you'd expectâthe full moon's circumference of his palm eclipsing your vision, his grip light as he smushes your face around for a while, unable to rid himself of the urge. When he lets go a minute later, you share a mirrored look of contentment, all stupid smiles and rolling eyes, before you settle your ear over his heart and he resumes massaging your scalp.
Whatever video he was watching drones on in the meantime. Something about a supermoon coming up and dropping temperatures⊠Partly rainy with a high of seventy-three degrees and a low of sixty-eight andâwow, he really got sucked into watching the weather channel... Such old man behavior. But itâs quiet enough to tune out against the steady drum in his ribs, so you both leave it be.
âYour idea, baby.â
âOh, right. So I was thinkingâyâknow, when we start buying stuff for the houseâŠâ
âMmhm?â
âFor utensils, what if we found the same forks you grew up using, and the same spoons I had, so that our future kid'll have pieces of both of our childhoods already built into theirs? Itâd be like our own little mismatched set.â "You're right..." It's quiet for a moment. Then Kei blows out a breath, his mind positively sunnier with the image. âThat is sickeningly domestic.â
You open your mouth to defend the ideaâbecause it is a good idea, notes-app worthy, evenâwhen he tacks on, âIâm not saying no. God, youâre just so cute sometimes...â the words followed up by him pulling on your cheek. âIs that why you kept hovering by the drawers when we visited my mom? âWhat ifâ my assâyou already found them on google, didn't you?â
Your bubbling laughter gives you away. Because heâs rightâtheyâre in your amazon shopping cart as you speak, just waiting on his two cents.
âWhat about chopsticks, then? And knives. And spatulas.â
Spatulas? You raise a brow.
Kei only shrugs in response.
âThe rest can be new. I donât want all of it to be us holding onto old things,â you pause. âBut my star curtains are non-negotiable.â
âThey have holes in them.â
âThose are the cutouts! And you even said they were pretty when the lightâs seeping through them.â
âOkay, yes, they are pretty," he relents, setting his glasses down by his phone. Silencing the weather report with a slide of his thumb. âBut furnishings aside, weâd still be missing one thingâŠâ
âTsukishima Kei, I know exactly what youâre thinkingâŠâ You find yourself being rolled onto your back, his pupils pushing the golden-brown of his irises to the outer rims as they dilate. âAnd the answer is no.â
âWhat?â Kei smirks, almost sing-songy as he trails kisses down your collar. Heâs not actually gunning for that part of your life together yet. Key wordâyet. Youâd both agreed to preserve the first year of your marriage for just the two of you. Figuring out the ins and outs of buying a house together and all the legalities that came with it had been hard enough on its own.
Everything after your one-year anniversary, though, is completely fair game.
âYouâre the one who brought up a little TsukishimaâŠâ
#tsukishima kei x reader#tsukishima x reader#tsukishima kei#tsukki#tsukki x reader#tsukishima fluff#loml#happy birthday to the most number one charcter ever#my sweet angel boy (28) (old man)#I WANT TO GIVE HIM A DINOSAUR DAUGHTER#ONE OF ME IS CUTE BUT 2 THO#I MIGHT (Will) LET HIM MAKE ME JUNO
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Iâm my own Dad and Mom
I think C.C. and Marilyn would be like Pre lobotomy Cosmo and Wanda. Like super duper in love and calling each other nicknames and stuff. Imagine one day the Justice League finds old photos of C.C. and Marilyn being super in love and theyâre a little baffled because the Marvel they know gets no play and doesnât want said play either. Though, now that they think about it, it kinda makes sense as to why Marvel doesnât really respond when women flirt with him. The manâs married! In a happy marriage too by the looks of it. The league then find a photo of C.C., Marilyn, and the twins and they realize he has kids too! Thatâs a mini Mary Marvel, and a mini Junior maybe?
Aquaman: âHey, Cap!â
Marvel: âHuh? Yeah?â
Aquaman: âI was wondering if you wanted to get dinner some time. See, I told Mera about you having a wife, and now she kinda wants to meet her.â
Marvel: âWife? What wife?â âO-oh? You did? How did you know I have a wife?â *face looks confused but Arthur thinks heâs kind of embarrassed that they found out about his personal life*
Aquaman: âMe and the othersââ
Marvel: âOthers???â
Aquaman: ââfound some photos of you and your wife in one of the rec rooms.â
Marvel: *slowly nods head* âOh. Okay.â *internally screaming inside*
Martian Manhunter: *floats by and visibly flinches at the internal screams before clutching head and continuing on his way*
Aquaman and Marvel: âBoth watched this happen*
Aquaman: âWhat was that about?â
Marvel: *shrugs, silently praying that Arthur forgot what they were talking about*
Aquaman: âRight so anyways, do you think we could set something up between them?â
Marvel: âUh⊠I donât know, man.â *awkwardly smiles* âIâll⊠ask her about it but thereâs no guarantee sheâll say yes.â
Aquaman: âGreat! Thanks.â *gives Billy a pat on the shoulder before walking off*
LaterâŠ
*Because Billy is a people pleaser, as a result, he went to the wizard to ask for help with a couple things which was met with a couple judgemental looks for the wizard who helped anyways. Now, Billy was getting ready in the closet.*
Mary: *walks into closet* âBilly some dog monster is tearing up Fawââ
Marvel: *asked the wizard for a spell to change his appearance and now looks like Marilyn, pauses mid putting on an earring*
Mary: âM- mom?â
Marvel: *puts the earring down* âHeeeeey, MaryâŠâ *extremely awkward smile*
Mary: *runs over and hugs him* âI thought you were dead.â
Marvel: âRight⊠Well, about that. Iâm not mom. Iâm Billy.â
Mary: *pauses for a solid minute before shoving him off* âWha-?! What the hell?! Why do you look like mom?!â
Marvel: âUuuuuhhhh⊠so apparently some other leaguers think I have a wife cause they saw a picture of mom and dad.â
Mary: âThat still doesnât explain why you look like mom! It also doesnât explain how you styled her so well.â *she rounded Billy in slight surprise*
Marvel: âI just picked something I remembered her wearing, and the reason I look like this is because I have to go to Dinner with Aquamanâs wife because she wanted to meet me. Or rather, mom.â
Mary: âHuh. So youâre going to pretend to be both our dad and our mom?â
Marvel: âI guess.â *shrugs*
Mary: *blinks at him a bunch of times* âOkay, then.â
*And so, Billy goes to hang out with Mera. It was pretty okay. She offered him wine that he only pretended to sip. They talked about girl stuff that Solomon was no help with so Billy had to go in blind. An all and all okay experience*
#billy batson#captain marvel dc#dc captain marvel#shazam#fawcett#fawcett city#fawcett comics#freddy freeman#mary batson#mary bromfield#aquaman#arthur curry#martian manhunter#jâonn jâonzz
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Heeyyy! Soooo I have a fun request idea that I totally came up with on my own with no help from anybody else, from my own mind and not some super creative person that answered my question about Arthur proposing to reader đ€Ł it goes something like this:
-takes three months to work up the nerve and like another one to pick out one ring.
-chickens out at least two times bc the moment isn't right
-asks Hosea for advice 19 times (Hosea is tired)
-he's the trope where reader starts crying and he's like ohh goddd i fucked up of course you don't wanna marry my ass
-the way he would ride around for a week looking for the perfect spot to do it
-marks it on his map with a heart
-the essays he would write in his journal about this situation
-he's so cute i love him pls marry me Arthur Morgan
-awww once you say yes??
Hehehehe no pressure though!!!!! I just looooovvvveeeee this idea so much!
Yes !!! Yes of course Iâll write this!!! â€ïžâ€ïžđđđ„°đ„°đ”âđ«đ”âđ«đ©ïżœïżœïżœïżœAs always it ended up running really long even though I didnât even really flesh out a back story. đ„Č Iâm glad you enjoyed my response âșïžâșïž I definitely had high honor Arthur Morgan in mind for this when I read it, I hope itâs ok and that you like it!!! I was so happy to see you in my inbox !!! @zae-heeyyy đđđđđ writing this was so cathartic and I loved the rdr1 setting so much so that I made this pre black water heist or whatever đ𫶠from Arthurâs pov hope you like the characterization đ„č
Tags: established relationship, marriage proposals?? Arthur being a major weenie. Like huge weenie. He is soooo sooo sweet itâs almost like too much and I love love love sweet Arthur so very fluffy!!!! Pre black water !! Dutch being a jerk đ but cute dad Hosea moments âșïž
Arthur wants things to be perfect for you.
(High honor) Arthur Morgan x fem. Reader
Arthur knows heâs made up his mind when heâs in the tailorâs shop in Blackwater, looking like a lowdown cattle rustler among all of the fancy fabrics on the wall. He and his spurs, his boots scuffed to hell and a leather satchel slung over his chest. Heâs out of place and he knows it. But heâs here to buy a new shirt.
Yesterday, he had nearly driven himself insane looking for a shirt of his that wasnât ruined, ripped and mended, dirty, stained irreparably. None of them were good enough for what he wanted, something nice to get down on one knee and ask his girl to marry him. And so he kissed you goodbye and rode into town in search of something better. He makes an effort at pretending to be interested in any of the fancy stuff, silk and linen suits that he sure will never be fitted for him. He clears his throat as the attendant drags his eyes away from the sunday paper.
A tight lipped smile consumes the man's face. Arthur already can sense the assumptions heâs getting but he pays little mind to it. Heâs getting this shirt and that's that.
âHow can I help you, sir?â Obnoxious and nasally, the thin and short man's voice already gives away his air of superiority. Arthur's eyes narrow but he isnât too irritated yet.
âHere to get a shirt.â His words are simple. The attendant raises a brow.
âJust a shirt, not⊠pants or shoes?â the attendant lowers the paper to scan over the rest of Arthurâs clothes. Arthur can hardly ignore the burn of insecurity.
He gives a look that conveys how quickly he is losing his patience. âExcuse me?â He can only tell his posture changed when he observes the man's attitude change, clinging to the counter between them like it would make any difference.
âNo, well sir, perhaps Iâve overstepped, I apologize. What kind of-of shirts were you thinking?â
âListen, I ainât here to cause no trouble, just show me what youâve got,â The attendant hurries to show him some options, tries to sell him a vest but that isnât happening with his budget.
In the end, he picks a blue french dress shirt. Costs a real pretty penny but he wants it to be special. Because youâre special. He stuffs it away in a saddlebag after thanking the attendant, who no doubt heaves a sigh of relief after he leaves.
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Heâs been collecting rings. In a special bag is a collection. A few plain gold bands, some with stones set in them. Theyâre pretty blue and red gems, some have filigree detailing. But he still canât find the right one.
Worse then, is that theyâre rings of all different sizes which he gets from his more sordid activities. Debt collecting or train robberies. Itâs all stolen goods. It feels wrong to give you something like that but when he told Dutch his intentions, he clapped him on the back and told him to look in the collection box for more rings. He nodded then but it was half hearted. Somehow that was more souring. Did he really want to give you something he took from someone else? That someone else bought for their loved one with the express purpose of giving them something to symbolize how they loved each other? His own thoughts swirl circles in his head, why he had these scruples about it, he didnât know.
Itâs riding with Hosea that he asks for advice. Theyâve been working on a job in Tumbleweed, trying to con some poor fool into giving money he shouldnât by pretending to sell land deeds. They ride all the way from the yellow grasses of Henniganâs Stead and itâs been mostly quiet over the stretch of passing though Armadillo. Arthur decides to speak up after they pass through town. The sun is beginning to dip a bit lower in the sky but theyâll be in Tumbleweed before then.
âI been-â
âThis about you nâ the girl?â Hosea already has a knowing smile and Arthur rubs the back of his neck. âI think you should do it! You two would make quite the couple, sheâs a sweetheart, that girl,â
âYeah, she-sheâs⊠Iâve been lookinâ at rings to give âer,â He grips the reins before going lax, riding easily along the path. Hosea murmurs, letting Arthur continue. He guides Boadicea down the dusty road. âI donât think I wanna give her something I got robbinâ, donât seem right,â
âThen get her something new, I donât think sheâll mind at all. But you do what you think you should. You could probably fence all the other rings you thought about and get her something quite nice with the cash,â
âYeah, I could do that,â why hadn't he thought of that?
âThatâs a wonderful thing, getting married. Donât be afraid to, yâknow, go through with it. If youâre thinkinâ about it. Maybe, once Dutch and I find the perfect spot for the gang to settle down, weâll build you two your own little thing on the land,â
âYou that confident sheâll say yes?â Arthur has an awkward and disbelieving laugh but Hosea keeps his earnest smile.
âWhy wouldnât she? Arthur, somehow, she has gone for a man like you, you should be over the moon, you should be whistling tunes everywhere you go,â
âLike me? What's that supposed to mean?â He knows what he means. A man like him had very little to offer you, a young woman who could easily charm some other well established man into giving you a home. Leagues away from his cot and the weathered canvas he put up to give you some small amount of privacy.
âYou remember what happened with that Mary woman. This time, things oughta turn out better. This oneâs got no old man to chase you around with a shotgun,â Hosea figures himself very funny and laughs, ending it with a shallow cough. Arthur furrows his brows.
Of course he reminded him of his disaster with Mary. He could never escape that woman, even when he severed ties with her. But how he had wanted to, especially with you. Yes, it was true, he had loved Mary. But now he loves you. He needs you. His idea of the rest of his life always includes you, laying in bed with him, gently stroking his chest, leaving him love notes in his satchel, telling him what happened in the camp while he was gone. He always listens, always wakes up smiling with you tucked under his arm.
âI remember just fine,â he grunts,
âGood, because youâll forget about her soon enough. Month from now, I suppose. Where are you going to tell her?â
âWhere? I didnât think we was gonna go nowhere, just tell her when I was ready toâŠâ he hadnât even imagined a place when he first set out to do this.
âSo you wanna propose; with Uncle standing behind her, drunk off his ass in just his soiled union suit?â
âI-â
âTake her somewhere special, somewhere to make her feel special! Women like to feel special, Arthur, you know that,â
âI do?â He says, with a sarcastic edge to his voice, though he tries on his attempt at sounding uninvested.
âYou should. I didnât do that enough. I should have before, wellâŠâ Arthur nods, bowing his head a little as if in remembrance. He hopes to always have you by his side. Otherwise he would be much like Hosea: carrying a torch for a woman who passed through his life too quickly.
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He starts his journey looking for something special. Special like you are. Keeps his eye out, marking potential things in his map, and makes a list in his journal. Aurora Basin maybe, a pretty lake deep in the forest but getting attacked by bears doesnât sound romantic in any way. There are some sweeping vistas overlooking the San Luis River in Rio Bravo. He isnât quite sure about anything though, thinking it over deeply. He just wants things to be perfect.
Heâs still thinking about it when he comes back to camp, close to Lake Don Julio, sighing. Thinking much too hard obviously, he doesnât notice that youâre sitting on his bed, biting your nail nervously until you see him first. You look worried, happy to see him but worried. You stand, hugging your arms around yourself and then placing them on your hips to make you seem more upset but you just drop them when heâs close enough.
âHey, darlinâ,â He utters, opening his arms to give you a hug but you just look up at him. He drops them, mentally kicking himself before taking his hat off and sitting down on his bed.
âArthur, youâve been gone three days,â
âI know,â youâre disappointed in his answer. You take a breath and a pause, looking off to the right. He stares down at his scuffed and weather worn boots. He hates to disappoint you, hates when youâre upset. It takes a lot to get you there, too. Youâre a forgiving soul when he knows he doesnât deserve forgiveness. He looks away, like a dog who knew he shouldnât have chewed those leather boots up to bits.
âYou know. I asked everyone where you were and they didnât know,â
âHoney, I ainât gonna leave you, Iâm not-â
âYou leave other men out of this, Arthur,â you already predicted heâd bring another manâs failings to make up for his own. Maybe bringing up Johnâs shortcomings while youâre upset is a little below the belt but it worked better in his head. He puffs some air out in a laugh. God, he just canât seem to find the right words to say.
âIs something funny? Is how much-how much I worry funny to you?â You look like youâre gonna cry, squeezing your arms tight around yourself. Your eyes flick around, thinking of all the people watching, never any goddamn privacy in this place. You start to back up, looking for a place to hide your tears.
âNo, no, I- Iâm sorry, donât go walkinâ away,â You let him pull you back. Let him tug you into his lap. You sniff and tuck into his neck. âIâm sorry,â he says at least 5 more times. His hands pet down your hair, holding you. He hadnât wanted to come back to such a harrowing fear in the pit of his stomach, the thought of you walking off without him. He thinks himself lucky that you havenât had enough of him and decided to leave already.
Arthur pulls you in real tight, doesnât let up tilâ you start to calm down a little. âShouldnât cry for me, sweet girl, bastard like me ainât worth them tears,â he wipes a few away. Seeing you like this could make him cry if he thought about it too much, how he had let you down. His nerves almost make him tremble, the slightest shake in his fingers when he brushes them under your eyes, shiny with tears. If anyone else made you cry, heâd knock their teeth out. But what is he supposed to do when itâs him? Sickness roils around his abdomen.
âWhere were you, anyway?â You shake your head at his words. âMac and Davey saidâŠâ he perks up at that. Those boys are a terror. His face screws up in an anticipated anger. Heâd be angrier with them, theyâre the ones who need to see it, not you.
âWhatâd they say?â
âNo, they were just messing with me. I donât think itâs true,â You look away. But he knows exactly how nasty those boys can be. He gives you a look and you give him a defeated one in return. An embarrassment leaks into your words. You canât meet his eyes, twiddling your fingers.
âThey said you were at the saloon in town. They said things that arenât true and I know it but it isnât nice to leave me here with nothing to say about it,â
âI know, darlinâ, next time, youâll be the first to know where Iâm goinâ,â You nod and wrap an arm around his shoulder while he pats your back, grabs your thigh so he can pull you to sit across his lap fully.
âAre you gonna answer my question or should I take their word?â you tease and he reassures you about those boys. Theyâll be hearing from him soon enough.
âIâm gonna have a word with them, donât worry about it,â he scratches his beard. How is he supposed to say that he went riding around looking for a place to take you so he can ask you to take his sorry hand in marriage? He had already disappointed you and saying itâs a secret is a laughable idea.
âWell, I was out, uhh- huntinâ?â You frown and lean away.
âArthur, youâre an awful hunter and an awful liar,â you look really hurt. You almost stand but he pulls you back. He needs something to tell you and fast.
âI was out lookinâ for somethinâ real special to give you. Itâs supposed to be a surpriseâŠbut well, I canât keep no secrets from you, sweetheart,â You fuss a little, a wariness in your posture. You study his expression. It isnât a complete lie, makes it a bit easier to pull off. He really does have a surprise for you. He tries to keep his face neutral, but his lips twitch up when yours do to, a small smile shining through the clouds of your emotional turmoil.
âWhat surprise?â
âI didnât find it, guess a surprise, itâs gonna have to stay,â You pout and wiggle, a soft chuckle rumbling in his chest.
âOk, but once you find it, you better take me to see it right away,â You kiss him, soft and sweet, holding his prickly jaw in one hand. He can feel how your pout gives way to a smile. The feeling of your soft lips on his is one of those things heâll never get sick of, never get over.
âI will, promise,â
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Heâs found the perfect ring, really, by chance. Itâs a little thing but itâs the right color, goes well with you. The rock on it isnât very big but he saw it in a window while in town. Some big fancy jewelry store, showing off all the finer things that he never paid any mind to. Unless it was to steal it of course. But he had bought it. With money that may have been also robbed but it was from hitting a Del Lobo stash. A good deed, probably in a backwards sense.
The girls had âoohedâ at it, Mary-Beth had an excited tiny clap and Tilly rejoiced. Jenny nodded with a small smile.
âWeâre happy for you Arthur! Oh my god, Arthur Morgan, gettinâ marriedâŠâ Tilly giggles, putting her hands to her cheeks and clasping her hands in front of the skirt of her yellow dress.
Karen laughed. âNever thought Iâd see the day,â
âDonât listen to her, I mean we was hoping when we saw you two huddled up all the time,â Mary-Beth takes the ring from him, holding it closer, so that Jenny and Tilly can get a closer look.
âHey, be careful with that,â he murmured, trying not to sound too desperate. He scratches his neck instead of snatching it back like his instinct wants him to. Evening is coming soon, purple dusk and soft coyote yipping and howling far in the distance marks the sun's descent. Meaning youâre probably finishing up whatever it is youâre doing. He hopes you donât come around the corner at an inopportune time. Arthur turns his head this way and that.
âWhereâd you get it? Looks new, ainât scuffed to high heaven like everything else around here,â Jenny points out and the girls nod.
âBought it in town,â playing it off doesnât work so well.
They âoohâ some more. âFancy. Only the best for Arthurâs sweetheart,â Karen coos teasingly.
âGimme that,â grumbling, he takes the ring back, bowing his head so they canât see the embarrassment plain on his face. He meanders off after asking how things have been. Of course, they only give him updates about you, Karen jokes that thatâs all he wants to hear about anyway. He scoffs and wishes them a good evening.
But the perfect spot is yet to be discovered. Evades him like just about nothing else. He almost gives up on the idea. Heâs been taking you out, trying to get you in the almost perfect moments. Taking you out on the town in Blackwater was a good time, he bought you dinner and took you on a stroll down the cobbled streets, watching your face light up when you saw something pretty in a window, clutching his hand and pulling him in more. He almost proposed on the veranda at the Blackwater saloon. Only for a fight to break out at the poker table to interrupt.
Then he took you out to see the poppy fields in Great Plains. But he had let his anxiousness and his nerves overtake him. He had tucked the ring away. You had looked so beautiful standing among the flowers, it was perfect but he justâŠcouldnât. Instead, he wrote in his journal about his own cowardice. Wrote about if he should lock you to him for the rest of your life. If heâd end up leaving you a widow. Or if you were to be taken from him like Annabelle and Bessie. Leaving behind lonely men who longed for a woman gone from this world. Then he scribbled pictures of you, trying to draw the motion in your hair and in your dress and the beaming most enchanting smile he had ever seen.
Boadicea munched on the long wheat grass, waving in the wind while he kept a watchful eye on you, picking flowers in your pretty dress fluttering against the bright blue of the sky. You have a bunch of candy orange poppy flowers held together by your palms, a bright smile on your face. You walk to where he sits, leaning against the tree, next to a small broken down stone fence. Your smile falters when you see his pensive expression. You come close enough to touch. You dangle one flower above him before you tuck it into the frayed ropes banded around the crown of his hat. He lowers his head while you fuss. Smiling like a fool. You smile again too, sitting beside him. You both listen to the sound of the quiet plains, breeze in the branches above him. The shade is cool, light filters beautifully over your features, speckled like the back of a doe.
âSomething has been going on with you, Arthur,â you state as pure fact, knowing him all too well. You had only really known each other a year and have only been together as a couple for six months but you knew him better than anyone else. You had let him be himself, let him justâŠbe. He didn't need to say anything for you to understand him.
âIâve just been⊠thinkinâ bout some things,â
âReally? I thought you said you werenât very good at that,â you smile a little, nudging his shoulder. Hoping to lift his spirits with his similar brand of humor but when he hardly huffs a laugh, you frown. âIs it about you and me?â
âYeah, in a way,â he says, unable to hide anything from you. Why should he bother? Saying no would make you more suspicious. Arthur closes his eyes and can feel the panic rising in you. He could have been better about saying it but heâs quick to deflect it away from his secret. âYou happy with me?â low and grumbled, the severity makes his tone go way down.
âI donât understand. Do I not seem happy? Arthur, Iâve neverâŠIâve never been happier than I am with you. Youâre the kind of man any girl would be lucky to have,â You smile, leaning to face him. Softening up, your eyes track over his face.
He wanted to ask you right then and there. Tell you just how much you complete him. How lucky he was to have you, how there never was a happier time in his life. He doesnât believe in that sentiment you have, he had failed the women in his life. But he had wanted to make a vow, to never leave you alone. Itâs his own nerves that wrap tight around his hands, donât let him reach in his satchel for the little treasure that will be your wedding ring.
âNo, I just know I been gone, I donât wanna ignore you. I just been busy,â
âYou have things to do,â You sigh heavily. âI wish the other men would be as helpful as you. Sometimes, I watch Sean, Uncle, and Bill lay around all day while youâre out working. It doesnât seem fair,â Your brows pinch in a small dissatisfaction with the idea. He smirks.
âI donât know how much I trust Sean to get things done right. Weâd probably eat nothinâ but leaded rabbit meat and whiskey if we left it up to that boy,â You giggle and nod. Happy to see him back in his joking mood.
âArthur⊠You know I love you, donât you?â God, those words make him shiver. Make his heart rattle in his chest. Could swear his insides turn about 3 times. So sweet, you look at him, hands on his thighs, leaning into his side. He opens his arm for you to tuck into, grabbing your waist to pull you close.
âYeah, I do. Love you more,â he can feel heat flush up his neck and cheeks but he doesnât care if he looks like a lovesick idiot. Your joy is worth it. The wind blows your hair over your shoulder, you let him sweep it back some more. Your pretty laugh when he bows over to lay you down on the grass makes him chuckle.
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Heâs finally found it. Montana Ford. A shallow spot in the river he discovered, looking for a short cut trying to cross from New Austin into West Elizabeth. He hated riding through the Del Lobo populated Thieves Landing, especially after they were catching on that it was Dutch and his boys robbed their stash two weeks ago. He sighed and then he veered off the road, looking for somewhere to cross. And the shaded river was perfect.
He stays there a moment, looking at the pretty grass growing alongside the water, the light glittering over the surface. The sound of the river rushing by fills his head pleasantly. Youâd love it, youâd toss your boots aside and wade into the river, lifting your skirts high enough to hopefully not get wet. But youâd be wet anyway. Heâd do it too, you made him feel like he was twenty despite his thirty some years on this earth.
He decides to sit and sketch it and write about you. Just how excited he was at how everything was coming together. He feels like a kid, sappy but too devoted to care very much at the small heart he puts on his map. Heâs almost embarrassed of himself. Even with no one to see. He folds his map up and stuffs his journal away, whistling his horse over. With a soft word or two, he mounts up and continues on to his destination.
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It's been three days since he found the spot he would take you to and heâs had a ring in his satchel that glares up at him every time he opens it to pull out a cigarette. Of course, just as everything comes together, Dutch insists he go scouting for some new venture, looking to follow a treasure hunter so they could rob him. It ends up being a whole lot of nothing from a bad tip but Dutch has a ânothing ventured, nothing gainedâ speech to try and lick his own wounds at Arthurâs expense. Arthur rolls his eyes. Feels his hands knot into fists.
âMaybe next time, itâll be you runninâ all over New Austin on some wild goose chase! And Iâll give you this bullshit. Wouldnât that be just fine, wasting your goddamn time-â
âArthur, calm down! I donât have time for your complaining. Where is that girl of yours? Why donât you blow some of that steam off with her? Itâs obvious to me-â
âDutchâŠstop pushing the boy,â Hosea remarks from where heâs reading a book nearby. Arthur postures to continue arguing and Dutch shoots a glare before waving him off. He looks to Hosea and backs away, huffing. But before he can go for a smoke to hopefully calm himself down so he could be with you, Hosea calls him over.
âSo⊠have you popped the question?â
âNo, I ainât got time most days,â He sighs in defeat, dropping his weight on the seat next to him, resting on his knees, leaned over. He takes his hat off to adjust his hair before putting it back on. He hadnât seen you in another two days on account of this stupid ploy to rob a treasure hunter who didnât know left from right and east from west. What an idiot. But not nearly as foolish as he.
âTomorrow, Iâll tell Dutch to leave you out of these plots of his. Iâll even tell Miss Grimshaw that sheâll be gone. Take her and ride away for a couple of days. I hope to see a ring on her finger when you get back. In fact, Iâll be expecting it!â Hosea has a smile on his face, the excitement is genuine. Arthur nods.
âAnd what if she says no?â
âWell you keep at it. Perhaps a little persistence is all you need but why do you insist on imagining the worst?â Itâs as if after asking, he considers why Arthur might not want to change things irreparably, might have already put his heart on the line and had it thrown away before.
âArthur, the sting of rejection must be prettyâŠpretty lamentable. But you wouldnât be trying this hard if you really thought you didnât have a good chance,â Hosea sets his book down. âGo get some rest⊠leave first thing in the morning,â Hosea pats Arthur lightly on his shoulder. Arthur looks up as Hosea wanders in the direction of his tent.
His heart does yearn to see you at his side, wearing his ring on your finger. To hear you referred to as Mrs. Morgan. But all he can see is an incredulous look on your face. âMarry? Me? Arthur, you must be joking,â you laugh and laugh. Youâd never be so cruel but whatever part of him hates his own guts imagines the scenarios with great fervor. The anger from the rest of his day and the anger at himself grit against each other. He growls low before marching off to his tent.
Youâre already inside, looking very lovely, one of his mended shirts serving as something of a robe to wear over your underthings. You look up and smile. He could forget the whole world just by looking at you. You hum, scooting over in bed.
âArthurâŠâ the way you call his name, you hardly need to give him any pet names, just Arthur will do.
âCome out with me tomorrow. First thing in the morning,â He states. More like a command, the residual anger drips off his words. You look at him strangely.
âAlright but Iâd like to know what all of this is about first,â You set whatever you were working on, perhaps brushing your hair as you set a horsehair brush aside. You give him a concerned look.
âFound that surprise,â he grumbles, sitting down and tugging his boots off. âHope youâll like it butâŠâ he stops to tug his gun belt off, his suspenders too. Arthur rests his hat gently on the side table. âCanât be too sure til I show it to ya,â You smile softly.
âI think if you think I like it, Iâll love it,â God, he hopes so. Anticipation bounces around in his head and in his lungs. Heâs practically short of breath. How heâs going to sleep, he has no idea.
âYeah?â you hum in agreement. Looking sleepy, heâs endeared by how your eyes blink slowly, how you wiggle onto his chest the second he lays down. Your hands rub down his chest and belly. Youâre asleep in a matter of minutes. He almost wishes he had you for company still but heâd never wake you for something so selfish. Instead, he pets down your hair and listens to your breathing, the natural hush that covers the camp once itâs too late for much of anything but small chatter.
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Like clockwork, he wakes early. He canât remember falling asleep but you're softly murmuring, you wonât wake unless he expressly wakes you. He gives himself time to put on that shirt he bought and rub his hand over his face at how nervous and silly he feels buttoning it up. He pulls a jacket over it to hopefully hide how ridiculous he looks. The morning is a pale blue when he steps out, thinking to bring you coffee to wake you.
You dress, half asleep, when he comes back to you, humming into the cup he brought you. You wear something nice but not overstated. You put kisses on him to wish him a good morning after youâve decided youâre cleaned up enough.
He helps you up on his horse, Boadicea already very used to you. The ride isnât too bad and you certainly make it better, heâs quiet with nerves, responding as much as he can without getting lost in his thoughts. The sun has climbed up and blazed down on you for a while by the time you get there. But your face when you see his surprise is too precious, eager to slip off the back of his horse.
âArthur, itâs so beautiful!â The summer sun is high in the sky, perfect for your plans as you tug your boots off. He ambles after you, hitching his horse to a tree. Youâre already sighing and knee deep in the center of the river. Your stockings lay haphazardly tossed over your boots. Youâre some fabled creature, come from somewhere else. He could see it. No woman shined like you did, at least not how he saw things.
Just like he imagined, he rolls his pants up and tosses his boots aside, the spurs jingle when they hit the ground. The light catches the riverâs surface, shades of yellow and green, the earth's gentle brown. Youâre excited to see him join you, taking his hand that he holds out to you, pressed to his belly and chest, just where you belong.
âYou like it, sweetheart?â He mumbles, really fishing for compliments. He knows you do but heâd love to hear you say it.
âI love it, Arthur, how could you say I wouldnât? Sometimes, youâre a silly man,â you laugh, sway with him in the river. Birds sing, the water is cool, itâs perfect. He pulls you up to a shallower part of the ford, the sun forms a halo around you, reminds him youâre pure heaven and he couldnât let you go.
âI have something else for you,â his voice is shaky instead of the easy confidence he likes to portray himself as. You look up excitedly but the dazzling smile slips off your face, you're shocked as he pulls a ring from his satchel and kneels down in the river.
âI-uhhhâŠI-â he had really planned all of this and didnât think of a single word to say. He can't bear to look up, heâs sure heâll lose his nerve. âI havenât lovedâŠanyone like I love you,â the ring looks tiny and pathetic in his fingers. Theyâre also calloused to hell but he continues anyway. âThere ainât anyone else for me in this world but you. I just wish I was a better man, you deserve more than I can give but⊠if you would have me,â he looks up and your hands cover your mouth and tears leak over your fingers.
He really had ruined everything, hadnât he? How was he supposed to go on living with you? What would he tell Hosea? His face falls and his heart cracks but heâd be glad to take you back home and disappear for a few days.
âIâm sorry, sweetheart, donât know what I thought,â
âArthur, just pleaseâŠâ you hold out your left hand. You wipe your tears, trying to compose yourself and when he sees your smile, your hand over your right cheek, he lets himself ease. âNothing would make me happier than to be- to be your wife, Arthur, you areâŠyouâre the best man I know,â you wiggle your fingers excitedly and he slips the ring over your ring finger. He stays stunned, kneeled in the water, his pants soaking it all up but he couldnât care less.
The ring looks so perfect on you. He holds your hand, kissing it like a knight of old, looking at him down on his knee, still crying but that brightness in your eyes is all he needs. Your giggle makes him smile at you too. And you drop to embrace him, tucking into his chest, arms around his neck. You murmur his name, rub his back. Tangle your fingers in his hair. He settles with you, surrounded by your unmistakable presence, basking in it. Holds you tighter, trying to not squeeze the air out of you. He breathes you in, holding you through your overwhelmed clinging, wiping your tears on his shoulder.
You pull back a little, enough to kiss him, his relief is groaned into your mouth. He loses track of himself and slips, sitting in a river with you in his arms, giggling more into his kiss.
You sit with him on the banks, trying to dry out after he tipped over. So much for his fancy shirt. He thinks the both of you will look half drowned by the time he brings you back to camp but he isnât sure he wants to go back. Just you and him for a few days sounds rather enticing. You keep looking at your ring, leaned into his shoulder. A pleased little smile blooms over your face. How can he not smile at how beautiful you look, hair wet at the ends, warm light casting its glow over you.
You look up at him, with a look that says youâre gonna cry again but you just give him a teary smile.
âIâm a lucky bastard, get to call you mine,â You wrap one tiny hand over his neck when you kiss him slow and deep, letting him consume the very air in your lungs, grip over your body to feel it. You moan just softly enough to pull on his need for you. But you part ways for you to continue.
âDid you really think Iâd say no?â you give him a sad frown. As if upset that he would think such a thing of you. You brush your fingers against his skin. He looks away.
âYou wouldnât have been the first,â you sigh.
âWho could say no to Arthur Morgan?â You ask no one in particular but he huffs a small laugh.
âMany people,â a joking tone tinges his words. But then he dips towards the sentimental. âDonât even remember, really, all I think about is you, darlinââŠâ You laugh before coming closer, unable and unwilling to part from him. He knows heâs a hundred and one percent sap but he lets himself melt in your presence.
âWell, it certainly wasnât me,â you wiggle your left hand in his face. He chuckles a little at your cute little fingers. âIâm gladâŠit means I get you all to myself,â The joy is boundless in his chest, he could light the night like a lightning bug with the flame in his heart.
âArthur, I⊠I⊠sometimes I donât have the words to tell you how much I love you,â you lean onto him. He shakes his head with what heâs sure looks like a stupid grin on his face. He wasnât sure this would be in the cards for him but here he is, with you.
âEvery part of me loves you, honey,â is all he has to say, paling in comparison to the pure power of your own words over him. They tumble clumsily from his mouth but you pull him down for kisses anyway. Your teasing âdo you?â has him nodding between your giggles and wet kisses.
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