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Park That Car, Drop That Phone, Sleep On the Floor (Dream About Me) by w3stiplier
Fandoms: Red Dead Redemption (Video Games)
19 Aug 2024
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Doin’ it again, MacGuire. Starin’… like a damn creep; another dog with it’s jaw open, tongue out, and droolin’.
But it ain’t like that, Sean thought. Anyt’ng but.
Karen was just putting her make-up on in the morning. Sean was staring; staring, covetously.
What’s wrong wit’ me? Sean thought again, mentally hitting himself out of disgust.
Maybe… if I was like Karen—if I was born a woman—my hands wouldn’t be so rough, he’d say to himself. Maybe if I was a woman, my hair wouldn’t be so tangled and wouldn’t have so many dead-ends.
Maybe then—if I was a woman—my hands would be softer, and my hair would be less-tangled.
A heavy, shaky sigh left Sean’s lips at the thought.
Can’t I just like how I am?
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Sean can’t ignore the aching feeling of envy when he sees one of the girls in camp; usually when they’re putting on make-up, or dressing up all fancy. Most would think it’s because he wants to sleep with them, (as he’s done in the past) maybe even thinks they’re pretty. *But,* it’s actually the opposite. (You know where this is going…)
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- Part 2 of RDR2 One-shots; mostly Charthur
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“You’ve been quiet since we set up camp here and helped that… German woman.” Charles continued, “you sure you’re alright, Arthur?”
I’m worried, is what Charles would’ve added, if only the words didn’t catch in his throat; like a fish with a hook stuck in its throat that bobs at every tender-hearted word that tries to spill out from its mouth.
That’s what was different about Arthur. Around—or just about—anyone else, Charles would’ve just said what was on his mind. Plain and simple, like it was. Straight to the point.
But, for some reason, he couldn’t. Not with Arthur, not with this hook stuck in his throat.
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- Part 1 of RDR2 One-shots; mostly Charthur
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