#and valentine adler (she/her)

[aleenuhs]

Sadie adler x f!Reader but saide has been busy all week and the first thing they wanna do is each other :3

My Desire

Made with My Desire by Interpol in mind, do listen hehe

thank u anon x

warnings: smut, pet names (darlin', honey, sweetie, and others), fingering and oral (r receiving), dirty talk, porn w a lil bit of plot, Sadie leaves marks on reader, slight choking, teasing, oral fixation

word count: 1K

not proof read been busy this week

You'd seen Sadie around camp, doing stuff and taking care of business, leaving for a day or two even. She'd been busy this whole week, leaving only a few words spoken between you two. She had hardly any time for you.

Other than that, you've been bored without her. Read a book, did some chores, bathed and slept, that was all it was for you. This time shed just gotten back from Valentine after she and Arthur went scouting to see if there was any opportunities for money or some kind of robbery. It was already night time.

You were sitting in you and Sadie's shared tent, reading a book. You looked up to see Sadie come into the tent and you smiled. "Sadie!" You got up and hugged her just as she tried to take off her jacket and hat.

"Someone missed me," she playfully chided, her accent was so sexy to you.

"I did." You smile, "not a single moment for me this at all this week, hm?" you said, leading her to the cot in the tent, discarding the book that was on the bed, you threw it onto the ground. Sadie took notice of how desperate you seemed for some kind of release, and she couldn't lie, she was too.

She laid you down on the cot and kissed you on the lips, the kisses were quick and sloppy, and no room for any kind of return, she kept you right under her. Her hand traveled to your neck, squeezing a bit to get a rise out of you, you struggled to smile. Your heart was beating at 100 mph, and your knees were weak, you felt so warm under her. Her nose was rubbing against your neck as she kissed it, she eventually left a hickey on your neck.

She was purposefully driving you insane.

"Why'd you ignore me yesterday?" She murmured those muffled words into your neck and your eyes opened.

"I- I was bit mad at you, you... You've been gone for a while," you managed to say. She hums and continues kissing and biting your skin.

Sadie wasted no time making you feel better after a week when she gave you absolutely nothing. Your hands were on her back, where your nails had dug in. Before you could say anything more, she briefly spoke again. "Take off these off."

Her tone was serious as she tugged at your clothing, her voice flat and emotionless this time. You hesitated, as it was sudden and random.

"S'matter, didn't hear me, princess? Take 'em off." She demanded, you listened this time and quickly unbuttoned your shirt, leaving your chest bare and exposed to the cold air.

Sadie gave you some room to slip it off, she started to work on your bottoms and you kicked them off, leaving you in your drawers, she takes those off too. She smiled seeing you naked, her hand comes up to your breast and kneads it, her finger swiping over your nipple, making you bite your lip.

She tosses the clothes onto the ground, then focusing back on you. You tugged her by her blue scarf, connecting your lips with hers in a haste.

She chuckles and pulls away, her fingers trailed to the heat between your thighs. Teasing your inner thighs before she ran her middle finger near your wetness. When you shuttered she laughed. "Sadie, please..." You whimpered out.

"Hm?" She tutted, and you grumbled at how cocky she was getting.

She runs her hand up and down your inner thigh, making you slightly angry how she was teasing you. "I need you, Sadie."

"Attagirl." She smiled, she lowers herself to your thighs and kisses your inner thighs, she licks your clit, making you grip the cot and groan. You could imagine the cocky smirk on her lips right now, her tongue circles your clit slowly. You wanted to urge Sadie to go faster, but Sadie took what she wanted, when she wanted it. There was no use in forcing her to go faster.

After a moment, she laughs and her arms come around your thighs and she buries herself in your cunt, as if this was her dinner.

"Sadie... sads..." You moan out the nickname you'd given her a while back. Your back arching against the cot, hands in her hair, grasping for literally anything at this point. Your thighs wanted to close, and you almost allowed it until her strong grip kept them open and you gave up.

All this built up frustration from this whole entire week, all coming down to this moment as she ate you out. You were already on edge, shaking and all. Your mouth filled with moans and whimpers that were spilling out one by one.

She pulls away to look up at you, since you were covering your mouth now, trying to muffle any noises that came out of your mouth. "Nope, don't." She grabs your wrist and takes it away. You jerk your hips and she smiles, "s'damn desperate." Sadie goes back to eating you out, the sounds of her circling, sucking and lapping at your clit played in the tent. You were more than sure that if anyone else was awake, they were hearing all of it.

She stops, comes back up near your face and you whined, using her fingers, she thrusts a finger into your cunt. She could see your pupils dilate as you looked up at her, those bleary eyes that made her so horny.

"Sadie!" You yelped, she added another finger, and you saw stars.

"Such a good girl, y'gonna cum for me?" She whispered in your ear dragging the syllables of her words and your cunt squeezed around her fingers, before you knew it, you were chasing your orgasm.

Her thumb rubbed your swollen clit, and you moaned loudly, your hand gripping her shoulder, the other gripping the sheets. Her fingers were slowly thrusting in and out of you, making you want to bite metal as you know she liked to see you flustered.

She could see you starting to unravel.

With that, you did, your eyes shut and you moaned and came. Your juices sinking into the mattress below and Sadie smiles, kissing your cheek. "Open up." She ordered, a finger tapped at your plump lips.

You allow her to stick her fingers into your mouth and by habit, you suck them, all while looking up at her. "Such a good girl f'me, honey, ain't cha?" You nod while sucking on her fingers, you were still looking at her. "You look s'cute like this, all suckin' on my fingers."

[pursuedbyamemoryy]

For the Dawn's Valentine's day event, I would LOVE to see the promt  “i thought you’d at least ask me to be your valentine…” “we’ve been together for three years, i thought that was a given.”

With Sadie Adler and a female reader, if you could do it 🥺

cowgirl valentine 💌

author’s note - tysm for participating!! i love sadie so much she’s actually my wife and the father of our three children 😇. it’s a crime that i haven’t written for her until now honestly

an unusual silence fell over the dinner table. on any other day the two of you would be chatting idly about anything and everything. how her bounties had gone today, what you did, old memories you shared and ones you didn’t, and so on. however, you couldn’t help but be upset tonight.

sadie was a busy woman. you knew that better than anyone, and you respected how hard working she was. or at least you usually did. your girlfriend had yet to ask you to be her valentine, and you didn’t know if it was because she was so busy she had just forgotten, or that she simply didn’t care enough to ask. february 14th was just days away, and you grew more frustrated as the days passed, but you were too embarrassed, and perhaps a bit too stubborn to bring it up.

sadie watched as you picked at your food, a look of worry spread across her features. “you alright, doll? you’ve been awfully quiet tonight.” her raspy voice broke the otherwise quiet atmosphere.

you practically grunted an “‘m fine” in response and continued to pick at your food.

“no you’re not. what’s up.” she said, placing her fork down. she reached across the table to grab your hand, frowning when you pulled away slightly.

with a sigh you asked “what month is it sadie? and what happens this month?”

"it's february.. and i dunno, it snows a lot?" she said, clearly confused. her brows were furrowed and she was trying to figure out why you were so upset about the month of february. it was just another month, was it not?

you rolled your eyes, she has forgotten, hasn’t she? “well, yes, but that’s not what i’m getting at. it’s valentine’s day.” you paused, taking a deep breath before speaking again. “i know you’ve been busy but… i thought you’d at least ask me to be your valentine” you said, avoiding eye contact.

finally, it dawned on her. you saw as her features softened. “we’ve been together for three years, i thought that was a given” she said, huffing a laugh. she reached across the table yet again, placing her hand over yours, and you didn’t pull away this time. “‘m sorry i didn’t ask sooner, but you’re my girl, i wouldn’t want nobody else to be my valentine. will you be my valentine?”

your expression softened along with hers, and you smiled too. “yes.”

she stood up and walked over to you, offering you a hand. you took it and she pulled you up and into her arms. “i love you.”

“i love you” you whispered back, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips, one she gladly reciprocated. your earlier frustrations melted away as you melted into her touch, remembering just how much you loved your girlfriend, and how much she loved you.

[twola]

Hey don't know if this one is up your alley but I was wondering if you could do one where the reader is a sharpshooter (kinda like Black Belle) and Arthur was originally gonna take her to the sheriff's but they end up getting caught up in a fight with the O'Driscolls and she saves his life, then que the enemies to friends to lovers lmao

Later on they meet again and take down a house full of lemoyne raiders, they both lay low for a while then smut ensues lol.

I'm bad at describing but you can put your own twist on it if you want, make it however long you want, don't matter I just love your writing ❤️❤️

Hoooooo’kay. So this is probably a bit harder than the original requestor was thinking, but I’ve written too many sweet one-shots recently. It’s time to get a little nasty.

Anything You Can Do

Arthur Morgan x Fem!Reader Smut (18+), MDNI

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Arthur meets his match in one of his bounties. His infuriatingly difficult match.

Curtis Malloy rolls his eyes as the gunslinger ahead of him inquires about the bounty poster tucked on the far corner of his desk. Of course, the man would ask about that one. A picture of a woman, of all things, wanted for murder, robbery, and theft. A woman with hard eyes but a pleasing face.

Wasn’t the first one to come askin’. The sheriff took the damn poster off the wall after men started dying when they went after her. He’d hear talk of fool-hearted bounty hunters heading north into Ambarino to find this lady to bring her in, only to end with lead between their eyes, floating down the Dakota River.

But this man, well, he’s been rather successful as of late - and Malloy knew that he probably ran in the same vein of people he was picking up. No loyalty to the trade, he guesses. And in the grand scheme of things, it wasn’t any skin off of his nose. Would get the man out of his hair and stop begging for more folks to hunt. Give him more time to deal with this Moira situation…

“Supposed to be up campin’ by Window Rock. But she likely has the area booby-trapped. Startin’ to lose count of the men who’ve gone up there to get killed tryin’ to take in this little lady.” Malloy warns as he hands the poster to the man ahead of him. The man grunts, tucking away the poster in his brown leather jacket, nodding before exiting out to the street.

Malloy gives a look to one of his deputies across the room.

Both begin to laugh.

-

Arthur’s seen his fair share of women easily fend for themselves. He saw the way Black Belle could shoot - likely better than he could. He sure as hell wouldn’t want to meet Mrs. Adler in a dark alley. She’d likely stab him before he could get a hand on her.

This woman supposedly had a deadly shot - a pile of bounty hunters at her feet. He knew he wasn’t going to just walk up to the tent and threaten you. This required a bit more finesse.

But still, as he gazed through his binoculars at his prize, you certainly didn’t look like the woman people were talking about in Valentine. Fairly short in stature, long dark hair falling in waves over your back. Arthur raises an eyebrow when he notices your curves as you kneel on one knee at your campfire.

Nope, he definitely does not miss the way those trousers hug your form.

He also does not miss the revolver in the belt slung around your hips as you rise from the fire, stretching your arms above your head and yawning. He does not miss the fishing line taut along the ground, tied to a rock precariously perched on a tree branch. Obviously placed there to alert you of intruders. Several fellers likely met their end due to that fishing line.

Arthur circles the campsite at a wide angle, hidden by the shadows of the night. He takes his time hunting his prey, taking in the lay of the land around, noting your movements, and ways of egress - like stalking a deer, he has you in his sights and is damn sure of it before he makes his move.

That move being edging dangerously close, revolver drawn, and diving at you once you’re in distance to reach. Your breath is knocked from your lungs as his large form lands atop you on the hard ground, caging in your limbs beneath him. You squawk, in a rather undignified manner, as he holsters his own revolver and reaches into yours to draw it out, disarming you and tossing your revolver several feet away.

“Get your damn hands off me.” You spit, but alas, the way he has you pinned down, you’re unable to fight back. The strength of this man was frightening. If it weren’t for the damn noose you know is waiting for you at the end of this, you would be excited by how strong he is. He quickly and easily hogties you, leaving you cursing and sputtering on the ground as he whistles for his horse.

Once his mare has sidled up, he heaves you over his shoulder like a damn sack of potatoes, and you yelp in indignation as he tosses you over the rump of his horse.

A sack of potatoes with a very nice ass in those trousers.

Arthur blinks briefly before shaking his head, pulling himself up into the saddle. Just to cut back through Cumberland and to Valentine, then he’d get the pretty penny on this woman’s head. One of the larger bounties he’s seen, he has to admit.

“You lousy sack of shit, I wasn’t bothering anyone!” You yell from the rump of the horse.

“Ain’t me who decides your bounty, Miss-” Arthur simply replies, urging the mare into a trot, before you cut him off with a hiss.

“Say another word and I’ll geld you.” You interrupt before he can say your name.

“Sure, lady.” Arthur chuckles, knowing you wouldn’t be gelding anyone hogtied on the back of his horse, crossing the Dakota near Fort Wallace.

Blessed silence. For what seems like only a few moments.

“Since you know me so well, who the hell are you?” You ask, raising your head a bit.

“Now why would I tell you that?” Arthur chuckles, urging his horse southward on the road, deep into Cumberland Forest.

“I’d like to at least know the man’s name before I get fucked.” You retort, an even more sour tone in your voice.

“Arthur Morgan, my lady.” He replies, egging you on with the honorific, knowing you ain’t anything close to that, especially with the mouth on you. He’s about to stay something to prod you further when he hears voices up the road in the distance.

“Shit.” Arthur curses, as four green-sashed men crash through the trees. He immediately circles the horse to change direction as he hears a rider approaching on horseback, yelling at him.

Of course, O’Driscolls had taken up again at Six Point. Morgan, you idiot, you’re waltzing straight past them.

“Let me go and I can help you.” You call from behind him, trying to duck from whizzing bullets as much as your bindings would allow.

“Yeah, so you can shoot me in the back of the head too? Not a chance, lady.” Arthur retorts as he spurs his mare into a gallop, and you grunt as the wind gets knocked out of you from the jolting.

The O’Driscolls are in hot pursuit, the rider is joined by three others as Arthur pushes his horse back toward the Dakota, but with you slung over the back of her rump, he’s not able to urge his horse faster, not if he was going to get this bounty. Needed you alive.

He curses aloud as a bullet whizzes by his head on the right, and he turns the horse to the left, which was a poor decision as the mare reaches the cliffsides jutting up on either side of the Dakota, the river far below.

Pinned down along the face of the cliff, Arthur senses his horse getting skittish. Any more of this and the mare is going to buck him, and the bounty. He curses again as a bullet nearly hits his hat, sliding off the saddle and dragging you to the ground. You squeak with indignation until you hit the ground, groaning and cursing him. But to your surprise, he is unsheathing his knife and cutting the ropes at your ankle and wrists. You immediately scramble up and turn to him, smacking him hard across the face.

“Serves you right, asshole.”

“Y’done now, lady?” Arthur fumes, working his jaw as he reaches over your shoulder to grab the long guns from his horse’s saddles, before the damn thing spooks and runs away.

“If you wanna go with them, be my guest, but O’Driscolls don’t have a particularly good reputation of their handlin’ of women.” Arthur sneers at you, shoving a repeater at your chest, glaring before another bullet whizzes by and the both of you hit the ground out of sheer reflex.

You immediately open and close the lever to chamber a round, gritting your teeth. “This thing full at least?”

“Yes, your majesty.” Arthur retorts as he pulls revolvers from his belt, dual wielding as his mare screams and bolts for cover.

By the time the two of you rise, bullets fly and hit their targets, one O’Driscoll falling off his horse in a spray of blood to his chest, another gets shot in the head and his body limply clings in the saddle. Arthur runs across the open glen, knowing he’s a sitting duck in the wide open, and you dart in the other direction to the other treeline, quickly disappearing from sight.

Goddamnit. Of course you ran. Morgan, you’re even more of an idiot.

Arthur is fuming to himself so much so that he doesn’t hear the clicking of the revolver’s safety until too late, the steel of a barrel being pressed against the back of his neck.

“Drop 'em’.” The O’Driscoll threatens, and Arthur drops the revolvers in his hands, clattering to the ground as his captor pushes him forward, winding an arm around his shoulder and pressing the revolver further into his neck. They stop in the middle of the clearing.

“Think ol’ Colm misses ya, Morgan.”

Arthur scowls at the ground with the warm barrel of the gun against his neck, probably burning his skin. The O’Driscoll laughs behind him.

“You stop right there, you mick bastard.”

Your voice, high and sharp, cuts through the mountain air like a knife.

The O’Driscoll spins himself and Arthur around, forcing Arthur ahead of him to shield most of his body.

“C’mon now, you go on and leave the shootin’ to the men, dearie. I’ll even give you a head start.” The O’Driscoll laughs as you point the repeater dead at his face, twenty feet away.

You don’t move, and the O’Driscoll frowns, shoving his pistol into Arthur’s neck harder.

“Put the gun down, lady. Or Morgan gets the next round.”

Your stance never wavers. A small smirk comes across your face.

“Doin’ me a favor then?”

The O’Driscoll raises his eyebrow, but in a flash, it is all over. The crack of the repeater echoes in the glen as a body hits the ground. Arthur’s hat rolls on its lid across the ground.

“Jesus Christ!” Arthur stumbles ahead, holding his ear, absolutely covered in blood and brain matter. His eyes flit behind him, to take in the O’Driscoll, dead on the ground, half his face caved in from the bullet that hit him between the eyes.

He looks up to you in shock and bewilderment. You slowly lower the repeater and open and close the lever, chambering another round. Completely unfazed.

“I got one more round in here, Mister Morgan. I’d like very much not to use it on you.” You state with an air of superiority, dead serious as you grip the repeater tightly.

Arthur slowly raises his hands, his guns still strewn across the ground feet away after his tussle with the now-dead O’Driscoll.

“Now listen to me. I’m gonna take one of these horses and be on my way. And you ain’t gonna follow me. You’re gonna forget that bounty and get on with the next sucker you chase down.” You say, with an even, deadly tone.

“Don’t you usually shoot them men comin’ after you?” Arthur asks, his hands still outstretched.

“I do. But usually the men comin’ after me ain’t as handsome as you are. Would be a shame to blow your brains out.” You say with a smirk, starting to back away, toward where the O’Driscoll’s horse grazes in the long grass.

Arthur’s cheeks tinge pink as he remains still, but lowers his hands.

“I’m sure I’ll see you again, Mister Morgan. Maybe you can make up for me savin’ your pretty hide.”

You give an exaggerated curtsy before climbing into the saddle of the horse, the repeater still ready to fire. You grab the reins tightly and circle the horse once before galloping off, leaving Arthur Morgan standing alone in the clearing, saved but for the dead O’Driscoll.

-

Lemoyne was too damn hot. Sweltering. Disgusting. Even as the dusk fell. Even outside of the damn swamp, Arthur hated it. The gang had moved south after that shootout with Cornwall in Valentine. Bad business all around. Now, Dutch and Hosea have been working both angles of the local yokel families, locked in some kind of bitter generational feud.

Arthur just needed to clear his head. Dutch had him working as a lawman, of all the ridiculous things. He’s taken this free moment to do his own work, having been tipped off on a Lemoyne Raiders safe house not far from Ringneck Creek, supposed to be just a few of these idiots and a cache of items they have stored from their roadside robberies throughout the state.

Ripe for the taking.

The old barn house stood on the rise, and he could tell, as he swung down from his mare just beyond the treeline. He smacks her rump and she’s off, back down toward the Kamassa. He lets the rifle strapped across his shoulders down, aiming through its sights at the movement of men in the distance.

“Well well, if it isn’t the fastest draw in the west.” A sharp voice cuts through the quiet.

Arthur swings his rifle at the interloper that appeared several feet away from him, cursing himself for not being aware of his surroundings.

Oh. It’s you.

God damnit.

“The hell are you doing here?” Arthur harshly whispers, lowering the rifle.

You nod your head toward the barn behind him, “I was going in on a tip I got that the yokels had things stashed here.”

Arthur frowns. “Don’t tell me you got that from Alden.”

“The ticket man, in Rhodes.”

“God damnit.” He rolls his eyes. He scowls at you, standing there with your hand on your hip. Looking positively infuriating in dark trousers and a fairly tight-fitting button-down. Highlighting your curves, while your dark hair is pulled back into a long braid.

Focus, damnit. Arthur chides himself as he turns back toward the barn, looking again through the scope of this rifle at the men mulling about.

“Tell you what, Mister Morgan. You could use another gun. I could use wastin’ less bullets on these inbreds. Split what we find.”

Arthur has counted seven Raiders going in and out of the barn, which would be a fairly large number if he were alone. He sighs in exasperation.

“Fine.”

-

“Well, probably wasn’t the whole lot of them, I’m sure there are more of these wannabe civil war soldiers slinking about.” You muse, rifling through papers on a makeshift as Arthur picks a lockbox, pocketing the billfolds inside. Stepping over a dead body, you catch Arthur’s frame over that lockbox.

You notice what his hands are doing, and glare at him. “Hey - asshole, we’re splittin’ this.”

Arthur rolls his eyes, but acquiesces, tossing one of the billfolds at you. You catch it with ease.

“After that noise we should probably lay low for a bit.” You move toward the barn door, shouldering your repeater, stopping to listen outside for a moment.

“Oh, so now there’s a we?” Arthur snaps back at you as he follows you to the door.

“Be my guest if you wanna head into the swamps at this time of night. I, on the other hand, have a cabin I cleared out on the other side of Dewberry Creek.” You glance at him, pushing through the barndoor with your hand on your gun, looking around for any kind of movement. Your horse has meandered closer, and you whistle lowly for it to come closer.

You pull yourself into the saddle and look down at him.

“You coming? Or you just gonna stand there like an idiot?”

-

“Ain’t this homey?” Arthur retorts, looking at the rundown state of the cabin inside. A bed, with a near-disintegrating blanket, an old table, broken cabinets, and maybe one chair that didn’t look like it was about to fall apart.

“Ain’t your momma teach you manners? Lady invites you into her abode and you just insult her.” You slide the rifle from your back and place it upright against the stone fireplace.

“You’re a lady now? Coulda fooled me.” Arthur follows, placing his repeater on the table, unwilling to have you get the last word in.

You sneer at him, crossing your arms over your chest. “Last time I checked, I have two tits and a cunt - pretty sure that makes me a lady - unless you’ve encountered different.”

“Pretty sure a lady wouldn’t be speakin’ like that.” Arthur returns, glancing away from you and trying to hide the flush that he knows is burning up his cheeks - he’s trying not to look at your breasts, framed by your crossed arms. Trying not to think of your ass in those trousers, the taper of your hips, the cunt he suddenly can’t not imagine filling.

“Oh, is you a gentleman? A dashing outlaw with ladies falling in his lap from here to Armadillo?” You point at him, pressing your finger into his chest, gritting your teeth as your self-righteousness and hackles both rise.

For once, he’s silent. For once in the whole goddamn time you’ve known him, he’s given you an opening. Seize it. Take the enemy down. Merciless. Just like shootin’.

“Bet you couldn’t please a lady even if you was the one being paid.” Your voice lowers as you go in for the kill.

To his credit, Arthur resurges with sputtering indignation, pushing you several steps backward until your back slams against the cabin wall. Your eyes widen in surprise.

“Christ alive, the mouth on you. How’s about I shut you up by givin’ you somethin’ to fill it?”

With his hands clamped on your shoulders and his large frame looming over yours, it’s not fear that you feel. Not that he’s going to hurt you, or turn you in. Something more profound than that. Something that shoots to your very core.

“I’d like to see you try.” You hiss at him, and see his jaw work in frustration, “Probably can’t even make a woman come.”

His thigh immediately rams forward, parting your legs as his hands fly to your hips, lifting you several inches above the ground, you yelp as he presses up against your core.

“I’m gonna make you eat them words, missy.” He hisses as he leans into your ear.

“Not if I make you come first.” You respond breathily, your hand moving to cup at the seam of his pants, grabbing at his burgeoning cock. He grunts and shoves his thigh up higher, and you mewl as it causes you to grind against the hard bone of his femur.

“You’re askin’ fer it.” He grunts as he presses his pelvis against you, his cock hard against your belly. A zing of pleasure shoots through your core in response. He’s not lacking, in any measure. His hands briefly leave your body to pull at the buckle of his gun belt, and the belt clatters to the floor at his feet.

“Yeah,” You grab his collar two-fisted and pull him to you, “I am askin’ fer it.” You parrot back in his drawl, lips inches away from his for just a moment, before you bridge the distance and take his mouth forcefully, not letting him respond as you shove your tongue inside.

He’s not surprised, nor taken off balance, matching your fevered press into his mouth with his own, battling for supremacy as his tongue wrests with yours. You barely feel one of his hands leave your hip and start to work the buttons of your trousers, it's not until he works them open enough to shove his hand down the front of your pants that you groan in surprise into his mouth. His rough, calloused fingers weave their way downwards, under the waistband of your bloomers, and straight to your moistening core, where he slides a long, meaty finger into your cunt, making you mewl.

But you cannot let him win.

Summoning all the fight you have in you, battling against the sweet sound of his hand smacking up against wet skin, your hands shoot down to cup his burgeoning erection through his pants, and he moans as his hips move to press forward into your touch.

You grit your teeth, squeezing your eyes shut as you open his pants, breathing through your nose as he latches his mouth to the side of your neck, slipping his middle finger inside you, making you curse under your breath as you finally reach your goal. You nearly rip his pants open and fish his hard cock out, your fingers wrapping around it as you begin to pump his shaft, desperate to make him feel as helpless as he’s making you feel.

Arthur moans needily against your neck, rolling his hips, and losing his rhythm as he rocks his hand into you. You smile as your head tilts back, pleased at yourself that you’ve met him and matched him.

It would not be for long, though. He retracts his hands and finds your hips again, and the next thing you know, you’re lifted in the air, caught off guard, and instinctually wrap your legs around his waist as he walks you both the several steps to the table. One of his hands moves to your lower back, keeping you upright, as he lays you down and spreads you out on the flat surface.

The gunslinger leans over and captures your lips again as he starts to work your trousers and bloomers down your waist, over the swell of your ass that you raise in the air to help him. You have the wherewithal to kick your boots off as he works your pants down your thighs, standing to his full height as he peels them off you completely, leaving your lower half bare to his gaze. Your tapered hips, glistening folds, wet and ready for him.

You take advantage of his dumb-struck stare to unhook his suspenders from the front of his pants, yanking them down over his hips to let them rest above his knees.

Wasting no time, before you know he’s going to catch you, you wrap one hand around his shaft and cup his testicles with the other, squeezing both gently as he groans, his hands holding himself up as he leans above you, his hips starting to thrust forward.

It's only a matter of time. Only a matter of time before his eyes open, hands snap to your hips, and you’re yanked bodily forward, ass nearly hanging off the table, and you let go of his member as he presses forward, the head of his cock touching your wet folds and making you both moan aloud.

“Still askin’ fer it?” He pants, and all you can do is moan in response and shake your head in the affirmative, spreading your legs for him.

Arthur immediately slides his cock all the way in, until the chestnut curls at the base of his cock meet the dark hair over your cunt, and you cannot help but to mewl, watching as he slowly withdraws and presses in again. Your legs spread even wider as both of you can’t look away from the sight: his long, hard shaft glistening with your slick, disappearing into your body.

One of his hands moves from your hip to splay beneath your abdomen and presses down hard, he moans in appreciation as he can feel himself through your skin as he buries his cock in your cunt again. And again. And again. You fall back from your elbows completely onto your back, the pressure of him making you gasp and whine.

Fuck, this is where you hurtle toward that point of no return, there’s no holding back the wave of pleasure that threatens to drown you as Arthur pounds himself into your hips. There’s no winning or losing anymore, there is just the chasing of that pleasure.

You’re cresting, back beginning to arch uncontrollably as he pumps into you hard and fast. You don’t give a shit about losing, because you’re wrung so tightly you’re about to snap, needy whines escaping your throat as you squeeze your eyes shut, unable to stop tears from overstimulation from spilling down your cheeks.

The head of Arthur’s cock keeps hitting that spot in your cunt that makes you want to die in pleasure, his large hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises.

You can barely recognize the shriek you give as your own, and the grunts in return, fucking you harder through your release. Your spasming, clenching, shaking release.

“Yes, yes,” Arthur grits out. The broken syllables of his name escape your mouth as you come, he thrusts deep inside of you and you gush warm slick around his length.

He immediately groans, loudly, clenching your hips hard as he jerks himself from you, painting your mound white with arcs of his spend landing in your dark pubic hair. Arthur pants, not letting go of your hips as you at least have the wherewithal to lean up on your elbows again.

“Think…” he rasps, voice sex-hoarse and breathless, “I win.”

A smile cracks from your lips as you tighten your legs around his hips, drawing him closer.

“Best…” you pant, “Two outta three.”

-

[azures-bazar]

Let’s do headcannons with Sadie, Arthur, Charles, Mary beth, Karen and Dutch reacting to fem s/o that has such a hilarious funny laugh. When she laughs it sounds like a crow mixed with a seagull XD she can’t help having such a crazy laugh and one day she cackles so loudly that the people in Valentine could hear it. What would their reaction be?

Headcanon - Peculiar Laugh - Female!Reader

Hey there anon ! Thank you for your request ! Having a very strange laugh myself, I couldn't relate more to this lol

I apologize in advance for all character inaccuracies and grammar mistakes, as always :')

I'm also really sorry for being this late, things are not going so well at my job so I kinda struggle at the moment to keep up with my usual writing pace, but I'll be back on track soon ! <3

Request : Female!Reader

Characters : Arthur Morgan, Sadie Adler, Charles Smith, Dutch Van der Linde Mary-Beth Gaskill, Karen Jones

Relationship : Romantic, settled

Lines : From 8 to 10 per character

Arthur Morgan : 

You were cleaning your riffle with Tilly after a long day on guard duty, talking about some common stuff you both enjoy. You even get to talk about Arthur, who is sitting nearby, drawing something in his journal… but then, out of the blue, Tilly asks you a very strange question. "If a cougar and a cat could reproduce, would their kids be huge or average-sized cats ?". 

At first, you don’t really understand what Tilly just said, so you just shrug. Her question is genuinely interesting to think about, but your brain processes it as a very good joke, causing you to start chuckling. What the hell was going on in her mind ? The more you think about that question, the louder you laugh. And Tilly follows. 

Arthur quickly rises from his spot to glance around when he first hears your peculiar laugh. Of course, he had already seen you chuckling and was somewhat surprised by the noise you could make, but he never heard you roar with laughter. "What the hell was that ?" he mumbles. He quickly drops his journal in his satchel and puts his hand on his gun, walking closer to the noise. What if it was an attack ?

He spots you laughing with Miss Tilly, who can’t hold back her tears while you’re nearly suffocating. In fact, the way you’re laughing is so amusing that even Arthur can’t help but chuckle at this lovely sight of his sister and his adorable lady having a good time ! 

Being a protective bear, Arthur instinctively takes both your riffles away before Tilly is called by Ms. Grimshaw to help her clean the camp’s round table. "Lemme take ‘em riffles, ladies." he chuckles as he calmly puts your weapons on the ground. You can’t stop laughing, still thinking about Tilly’s peculiar question. What if ? Indeed, what if ? Arthur quickly gets you some water in a cup, but you can’t drink it just yet. 

Arthur progressively looses it what watching you go further and further into an endless hilarity. He still chuckles, trying to understand what made you start laughing like this, but you can barely explain it. You can’t even breathe properly ! "Well, I don’t know what you girls were talkin’ ‘bout, but it sure was fun !" Arthur giggles. 

You try your best to keep breathing, but can’t stop laughing, even if Arthur begs you to calm down a little. He tries his best to hold himself from laughing out loud with you, believing the rest of the gang would think he’s crazy, or that the Pinkertons would find you. He’s somewhat ashamed of his laugh, which is terribly sad. "Stop laughing, Y/N… please…" he giggles as tears start streaming on his face, rubbing your shoulders. 

While you try taking a deep breath, your voice suddenly turns into the exact same noise a crow would make… and this is what causes Arthur to start laughing with you. He just gives in, your laugh is too fun for him to remain stern-faced ! Not even the toughest of Dutch’s men can resist this funny laugh that is yours ! 

The more you laugh, the more he laughs. He just adores the overall noise you’re currently making. It’s so hilarious ! Your laugh is so peculiar, so fun to hear… looking at you trying to calm yourself down only makes him love you more. His amusement perfectly matches the total adoration he vows you. 

It takes you quite a while to stop laughing, and Arthur almost feels a little sad that this moment has to come to an end. "Your laugh is funny, Y/N… You’re quite a strange lady…!" he tells you before dropping a sweet kiss on your forehead. This event causes him to write a new entry in his journal, describing your laugh as a "strange combination between a crow and a seagull which probably had a few drinks.".

Sadie Adler : 

Your day is so boring ! You just want to do something relevant, apart from washing clothes or cleaning tables while some gang members are out there having fun ! So you’re tasked to help Mr. Pearson to chop some vegetables. Leeks, for instance. At least, it’s more entertaining than having listen to Ms. Grimshaw’s complaints ! 

Sadie passes nearby and quickly takes two round slices of the leeks you just chopped, removes the middle part and gets them to her eyes. "Hallo, I’m Herr Strauss !" she jokes, obviously not expecting your reaction. She had seen you so bored that she just wanted to make you smile, and did much more than that. 

The single view of a happy Sadie, who doesn’t smile much because of what she has been living, warms your heart… but her childish imitation of Strauss is absolutely worth the watch, causing you to literally drop your knife on the table and start cackling. Loudly.

Sadie never heard you laugh like this. At first, she freezes in place and looks at you trying to calm your breathing. "Wow, didn’t know a seagull was in there !" she chuckles. Her words don’t help you, you’re pretty aware about your peculiar laugh, and you don’t mind it !

Listening to the noise you’re currently making cause you to enter into an infernal circle. You can hear your laugh, and now… you’re literally laughing at yourself, but you can’t stop. And Mrs. Adler, who tries her best to remain calm, hides some early laughs behind her sleeve. She feels so good and relaxed ! 

As you try breathing, making very strange noises, Sadie looks around while wrapping her arm around your shoulders. People pass by you with wide opened eyes, not only because of this unique laugh they hear, but also because Mrs. Adler is having a good time as well. 

"Stop laughin’ or I’m gonna loose it !" she chuckles, not able to keep calm with you the way you cackle. It’s been a while since she didn’t feel something so great, so calming as some sheer happiness. Your laugh, as strange as it sounds, makes her feel really happy. 

When Pearson comes back, he immediately dismisses the two of you, which makes you laugh even louder. Everyone looks at your direction, either surprised or amused, and Sadie keeps her arm wrapped around your shoulders. At this moment, if she closes her eyes, she feels like she’s having fun with a literal seagull. 

Sadie tries her best to calm you down to allow you to keep breathing, but nothing truly helps. Not even her covering your face with kisses. Nothing really works, but Sadie still resists the idea of bursting out laughing with you. She doesn’t want to suffocate ! 

After some time, your laughs finally come to an end, allowing you to take a deep and well deserved breath. You look at Sadie, who is giving you a very bright smile. As she tried to make you grin, your laugh made her genuinely happy. And it was definitely worth it, for the two of you. 

Charles Smith : 

You and Sean were having a drink together by the campfire, somewhere in the middle of the day. MacGuire is already drunk and keeps saying very awkward things, but something really triggers your laughter. "I thought I’d try runnin’ a dating service for chickens, but I’d be strugglin’ to make hens meet.". 

This joke is so simple and unexpected that you burst out laughing. Everyone knows that your laugh sounds a little funny, but you never really had the opportunity to start cackling the way you did. People around the hideout literally stop what they are doing to look at you and smile… but not Charles. 

When he first hears you laughing, Charles somewhat freezes in place. He nervously looks around the hideout, trying to find the source of such very… peculiar sound. He knows about your laugh, but something in what he heard did not sound right. "I don’t know what animal it is…" he whispers to himself.

Charles instinctively runs towards camp to see if there is any source of danger. Thankfully enough, everyone seems to be calm and quite happy, but this weird sound he can’t recognise can still be heard, causing him to feel a little worried. Is there anyone hurt outside the hideout ? Is that a wounded animal ? Who knows ? 

He walks around the hideout to the find the source of such sound, finding you laughing with Sean. He even notices some tears of laughter and smiles. "What did you tell her, MacGuire ?" he asks Sean, but your local Irish Terrier can’t respond, nearly suffocating. He had first laughed at his own joke, but now… he’s laughing because of you. 

Let’s be honest, your laugh is contagious. This very strange combination between a seagull and a crow is so unique that nobody can remain stern faced while listening to your laugh. And, despite trying his best to hold himself from doing the same, Charles starts chuckling. 

He calmly sits nearby to just look at you. You’re so beautiful when you laugh !… even if it basically sounds like an animal is dying nearby. Charles loves you for what you are, and your laugh, as peculiar as it sounds, only makes him love you more. 

Charles sees you suffocating a little because of this endless spiral you slipped into with Sean and starts massaging your shoulders. He still tries his best to hide his chuckles as he’s worried while watching your inability to breathe properly, but gives in and laughs with you. "It’s okay there, darling. Please take a deep breath." he tries telling you between two subtle laughs. 

It takes you about five or six minutes to calm down, and Charles is right here, holding you by the shoulders. As Sean leaves to get another beer, you finally get to sigh, being watched over by Mr. Smith who only has eyes on you today. 

"Feels good to see you laughing." he says before gently kissing your temple. He wants you to be happy more often and never to hide your peculiar laugh. He loves you so much, and wants you to be the happiest woman on earth. You deserve the world… and the world is not ready to hear your laugh again. 

Dutch Van der Linde : 

You had a long day and could finally relax by reading a book outside Dutch’s tent. As you thought you picked up one of Evelyn Miller’s works, you unexpectedly stumble upon a book that appears to be… a little erotic. The worst is that you genuinely believe Evelyn Miller wrote this, which causes you to chuckle. 

The more you read that book, the more you giggle at your expectations about Evelyn Miller. You start cackling so loud that Dutch, who is out there smoking his cigar, quickly runs towards his tent. He knows about your peculiar laugh, he was first somewhat surprised hear it. But right now, he genuinely thought you had hurt yourself. 

"Are you alright, sweet girl ?" he asks you before kneeling down. You can’t stop laughing, causing him to look a little concerned about what triggered your sudden hilarity. He looks around to check if the rest of the gang is alright, it looks like you started laughing because of the book you’re holding in your hands. 

You try telling Dutch that you thought Evelyn Miller was the one who wrote that book, but you’re suffocating so much that no clear words but the author’s name come out of your mouth. Dutch takes the book away, a little confused, and reads a few pages. 

For a few seconds, he wants to scold you for believing that his favourite author and absolute role model is the one who wrote this erotic book, but the way you’re laughing quickly stops him. You look so sweet when you’re happy ! "Well sorry, dear Y/N, but Mr. Miller didn’t write this book." he smiles. 

The more you laugh, the more he wants to laugh with you. He tries his best to remain stern faced, coughing in his sleeve do stop a burst of hilarity you triggered in him. Your peculiar laugh always made him smile, as far as he could remember ! 

"C’mon Y/N you’re gonna make me laugh and I’ll look ridiculous." he tells you, but you can’t stop. No, you can’t. Still having in mind that Evelyn Miller is the one who wrote this book, your ideas about Dutch worshipping his favourite author makes you loose it. Who would have thought Mr. Van der Linde owns an erotic book anyway ? 

At some point, your laugh is so loud that even birds start flying away. Dutch sits besides you and clenches his teeth before letting out a soft giggle… which doesn’t last long, since just a few seconds are needed for him to slip into hilarity. Your laughs don’t match, but it’s somewhat funny !

In order not to be seen laughing, Dutch drags you to his tent and sits on the bed with you. He even reads a few extracts of the book with his eyes wide open, tears streaming on his cheeks because he can’t stop laughing. Your laugh is too genuine for him to walk away as he usually does ! 

When the night comes, the two of you finally stop laughing and can leave Dutch’s tent. "I love seeing you laugh." Dutch smiles, kissing your lips. "But I have completely forgotten about this erotic book, don’t tell anyone.". You will try your best, but that’s quite tempting !

Mary-Beth Gaskill : 

You’re sitting alone by one of the trees of Horseshoe Overlook, before the cliff, facing the sunset. You had a long day after doing a successful robbery, nobody wanted to bother you. Not even Ms. Grimshaw, which is quite surprising considering it’s ‘her camp, her rules.’.

You’re gazing at the sky, noticing that two birds are currently making some sweet figures above you. While they're chirping, flying away from each other and then coming back, they unexpectedly bump their heads, causing you to gasp. You see them chirping louder afterwards during a short fall, causing you to start laughing. These two birds are literally an old couple having an argument, just like Dutch and Hosea !

When she hears your laugh, Mary-Beth is absolutely startled and quickly grabs her knife, believing someone is currently being tortured nearby. "Oh lord…" she gasps, looking at the surroundings as she notices that this strange noise is coming from a tree near the cliff of the hideout. No one seems to care much about that noise. 

She calmly gets closer to your spot and notices you laughing, causing her to sigh and kneel before you, calmly taking your hands between hers with a sweet smile. "Are you okay, Y/N ?" she asks, still looking a little concerned. Your laugh is absolutely hilarious, causing her to chuckle a little. 

You’re laughing so loudly that people could easily hear your voice in Valentine… if not even in Strawberry or Blackwater. Mary-Beth tries shushing you a little, calmly passing her hands through your hair while looking around. What if Pinkertons found you because of your laugh ? 

The more Mary-Beth listens to your voice, the more she wants to chuckle with you. "Sweet Y/N, you’re going to make me laugh !" she giggles. Your teary face and beautiful smile are not helping her resist this sudden temptation to join you in a laughing session. 

Mary-Beth finally gives in after a few good seconds, letting out a nice laugh to accompany yours. Your voices don’t really math at the moment, but that’s no big deal. Mary-Beth needed to laugh, she never really had the opportunity to have some fun since the Blackwater incident. It felt so good !

The two of you laugh until the sun goes down, called by Ms. Grimshaw to get your portion of stew. You had completely forgotten the notion of time ! You finally get to explain that these two birds, the way they bumped their heads, the way they chirped made you loose it… it gives Mary-Beth a new idea for the book she’s currently writing. Your laugh will also have a very detailed description ! 

Karen Jones :

You and Karen spent an entire day doing laundry, taking care of the camp, patrolling around the hideout with your respective riffles in your hands. Right now, the only thing you want is to have a good drink. And… let’s just say you had a few of them. After all, don’t you deserve a beer for what you’re doing ?

With this dose of alcohol held in your body, your brain can’t really function normally. So anything Karen says can easily trigger either laughs or tears. Karen starts mimicking Arthur, who is grumbling on his cot, obviously not happy about this sudden imitation. "I’m a strong and threatening cowboy who eats flowers !" she roars. And the overall situation is what triggers your sudden laugh. 

The noise you just made quickly freezes Karen who quickly stops her imitation, looking straight towards your direction. "What the hell was that !" she gasps with a large smile as she sees you trying to mute your laughs behind your hands. "Oh my god, Y/N !" she chuckles.  

You try apologising, but no word can come out of your mouth some other very weird noises. As she notices you can’t stop laughing, Karen restarts her drunken imitation of Arthur, who is still pouting on his bed. "Fear me, I love horses more than humans ! Fear me !" she shouts. 

Karen absolutely adores watching you laugh, despite being a little weirded out by this hilarious noise she just heard. It only adds some more depth to your incredible personality, and Karen loves people with very strong personalities… or drunk fools like Sean.  

She keeps imitating Arthur, causing him to leave his tent to have a drink with John and Bill. "And now I’ll head for a beer with ma’ dumb brothers !" Karen groans, leading you to laugh even louder than before. Dear lord, it feels so great to see you smile, and Miss Jones won’t make it stop just yet ! 

At some point, her legs can’t hold her anymore, causing her to sit by you. She looks at you for a moment with starry eyes, still amused by your peculiar laugh. Being drunk makes her enjoy this moment even more than what she expected, as she chuckles with you ! 

You stop laughing after some time, causing Karen, and the rest of the gang, mostly, to feel a sudden void around the hideout. Even if your laugh was peculiar and not forcibly the most elegant, Karen loved it, but she will surely shiver whenever she will hear it again !

[brujahinaskirt]

I think a lot of players terribly misread Arthur's sassy line to Sadie, "[You] wanna run with the men?"

My point in writing this essay very much isn't to argue that Arthur is the most feminist king who ever IS-THIS-GUY-BOTHERING-YOU-QUEEN'ed. I think that interpretation of him is a bit reductive, honestly. But I do aim to argue that Arthur's hangups about gender, whatever you believe they may be, are clearly NOT derived from a penchant for gender exclusionism or from an inherent belief in male supremacy/women's subordination.

I often see this line bizarrely mischaracterized as the moment Sadie's violent rage teaches Arthur that ~women can be tough guys too~ or something along those lines. I don't think it's helpful to call fiction readings "incorrect" in 99% of cases, but given the ample and overt scene-building Rockstar does in this mission to clarify where characters' feelings are coming from, I do think this particular fandom reading badly misses the mark.

Granted, if you didn't play the game and knew nothing about the characters involved, this easily reads as a sexist jab at a woman the speaker thinks needs to get back in line with her gender role. But if you did play the game or even if you simply consider the context of the full conversation, it makes very little sense to read it that way.

Arthur's always been used to living and working with women who wield guns and do crime. We see him pulling heists and facilitating women criminals "running with the men" from the instant we hit Valentine and Arthur happily agrees to Karen's idea that he drive the girls into town to go spree-robbing together. Arthur lets Karen pretty much run the show on the Valentine bank robbery (a situation they enter fully expecting violent trouble); hell, she shoots a cop in the head right in front of him with nothing more than a shrug of her shoulders! He voices no objections to running jobs with Tilly (& Bill) either, to gunslinging with Ms. Grimshaw in Tilly's rescue, or to armed women guarding the camp. He frequently remarks at camp that Mary-Beth, Karen, and Tilly look bored and it's time to get them out "on a job." When Mary-Beth's pickpocketing lands her in a flight for her life, Arthur's second question (after establishing if she's okay) isn't "why aren't you acting ladylike?" or something along those lines; it's a more professional "you didn't lead them back here, did you?"

The point all these interactions are trying to establish is this: This has happened before. And it will keep happening. Though of course not ALL of the camp women actively participate in criminal jobs, women "running with men" and doing violence is normal life for Arthur. From the get-go, Rockstar makes that as clear as can be.

Though I do think Rockstar occasionally just... forgot... about Karen being a full-fledged gunslinger when crafting dialogue for Dutch & Sadie, Arthur never voices any objections to gang women participating in "men's" work, i.e., murder and mayhem.

The critical difference in the "Further Questions of Female Suffrage" quest is that this line is delivered to Sadie, and it's delivered prior to the real deepening of Arthur & Sadie's friendship. At that moment of the plot, she's not crazy gunslinging Sadie to him yet; she's a mourning homesteading widow he knows as "Mrs. Adler." Arthur has no idea she has any applicable murder & mayhem skills, and he rightfully assumes she's never participated in crime before.

Also critical: This line is delivered immediately after Sadie loudly and rudely refuses to do the usual camp chores, insisting that such women's work is inherently belittling and repulsive to her. Arthur does not devalue this work. Sadie does. Among other things, she's effectively disrespecting the labor of the gang girls who do camp chores as well as "run with the men." (Though I'd argue Sadie's not insulting anyone intentionally. Her rage at her grief and situation just has a habit of making her self-centering at times.)

Of course Arthur (who -- along with Charles, Kieran, and Pearson -- is one of the few men at camp to do domestic chores) sasses her for this. Of course he initially thinks she's got silly, wildly misconstrued ideas about what it's like to be an outlaw and do criminal gang jobs; he explicitly points this out to her in the same conversation, and he makes it clear he interpreted her objection as Sadie thinking she's too good for "women's work." And he's not altogether off the mark. (Recall that they have another female gang member who openly claims camp chores are beneath her, Molly, who is protected from reproach thanks to her personal connection to Dutch.)

So he sasses her about what he perceives as a ridiculous and ill-founded desire to "run with the men," given that she has up until that point demonstrated no skills to make that desire to "run with the men" seem like anything but one former homesteader's self-centered and possibly self-sacrificing dream of participating in active criminal life. But Sadie's the one who initially objected to doing women's work by virtue of it being women's; Arthur's sass is a direct response to the nature of her objection.

Of course, this is the mission where she does get the chance to demonstrate those skills. Arthur invites her to come along as soon as Sadie informs him she knows how to use a gun, and when she proves that to be true, he never mocks her about it again.

[dira333]

The I'm definitely not a creep Fanfic Rec - @shoulmate Edition - part 2

I don't think it's a secret that I'm a huge fan of Shoulmate's works. I just love how she manages to mix humor with real life. There are so many plot twists you'd never expect as well as heavy hitters that make you think.

Since I don't read suggestive or spicy stuff you'll not find her whole masterlist on here, but it's a pretty close call.

I organized the list from A-Z because I could never choose a favorite, but it's too much for one post, sooo.... have fun with

K-O

Kageyama

Kageyama - Doppelganger (Haruka, my love!)

Kageyama - inside jokes (this could be considered a little suggestive, but I let it slide for the absolute humor of it all)

Kageyama - what’s missing (Adlers Team) part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 (this one's such a precious thing to me!)

Kageyama - meeting you at the engagement party (I feel like this deserves a second part as well, it's got such potential! But even as it is it's great)

Kageyama - meeting again (plus Team All Star) (The banter in this is chef's kiss)

Kageyama - Fractions

Kageyama - Of being late and coming clean (This one is sooooo good)

Kageyama - Sensory Issues (Kageyama is so underrated for this one)

Kageyama - getting lost at a retreat

Kenma 😍 (do I have to say more?)

Kenma -Friendship Level UP

Kenma asks you to get to know Hinata and it backfires part 2

Kenma - sloths

Kindaichi (he deserves more love)

Kindaichi - middle of the road

Kita

Kita and newborn babies

Kita's secret child part 2 on AO3 "Delivery" (I cried reading this, it's so sweet)

Kita realizes you don't need to be fixed

Kita - study date

Kita - falling asleep

Kita - Wombat (this one's so cute!!!!)

Kita - Soulmates 

Kita - birthday

Komori

Komori - Family reunions (I love how reader plays an active part in this)

Kunimi

Kunimi and family reunions, or how depression can suck

Kunimi - cleaning duties (this one's so smooth!)

Kunimi - asking for notes

Kuroo (She writes him so flirty! I love it=

Kuroo - you woke up happy by accident (angsty)

Kuroo - running away from a party

Kuroo - the dangers of caffeine

Kuroo - impromptu Spa Day

Kuroo - Office Bingo part 1 part 2 part 3 (I swear, her mini series give me life!)

Kuroo - Rooster Head

Kuroo - spotting each other

Kuroo - flirting over water 

Kyoutani

Kyoutani - He needs you at his game (I just loved this... it's so good)

Kyoutani - The rage of Customer Service (It be like that sometimes)

Matsukawa/Mattsun (I just love how you write him)

Matsukawa and standing up for each other

Mattsun and being there when depression hits

Matsukawa - getting pestered into being their manager

Matsukawa - Quick Learner part 1 - full fic on AO3

Mattsun - Hoodies (I once had a similar idea but could not get it to paper. Now I know. It had already been done perfectly)

Meian Shugo (@emmyrosee)

Meian Shugo and you have a Valentines day tradition 1 - 2

Nishinoya

Nishinoya - someone finally flirts with him

Nishinoya - he can definitely kabedon (this made me snort so bad!)

Nishinoya gets lost

Nishinoya - Going everywhere with you

Nishinoya - Guardian Angel

Nishinoya - nothing to worry about (featuring Tanaka and Kiyoko)

Osamu (@emmyrosee)

Osamu - and Ginjima's little sister (I wish there was a part two to this, but it's so fine)

Osamu - wanna dance?

Osamu - not all change is bad

Osamu - using Atsumu as his wingman (that one was so smooth)

Oikawa (@alienaiver)

Oikawa and the one who really sees him - Full Fic Through your Lens (AO3)

Oikawa - On Bended Knee - part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8 part 9

[sednonamoris]

blood of the covenant

Pairing: John Marston x gn!reader

Summary: Arthur and Abigail make a promise. You and John have a chance to find out what that means for you, if you’re brave enough.

Warnings: Christian religious imagery/blasphemy, strong language, canon-typical substance use and abuse, mild fluff

Word count: 2,432

A/N: Chapter 20, and what a milestone she is!! I hope you all enjoy this one as much as me - it was an absolute joy to write 🥰

Series masterlist • AO3

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The threat of Pinkertons so close to camp has everyone on edge, especially since the law found you as quickly as it did in Scarlett Meadows. Everyone but Dutch, it seems. You and Arthur both agree that you should’ve moved camp by now, but you haven’t, and life must go on, so the robbing and killing has hardly stopped on that account.

Camp life is business as usual.

Ms. Grimshaw watches over all, holding the girls to a punishing standard. Dutch schemes. Hosea worries. The boys terrorize Valentine’s saloons and homesteads and lonely dirt roads. Pearson takes every opportunity to talk about his Navy days over a daily pot of stew filled with game that Charles brings in. Reverend Swanson oscillates between fits of passion and pain and morphine melancholy. Uncle can be found propped up napping anywhere and everywhere. Sometimes you stick a boot in his ribs as you pass just to make sure he’s still alive.

John, for his part, is consumed entirely by his sheep rustling scheme. He splits his days between Emerald Ranch and Valentine’s stockyards, which is probably for the best because Arthur and Abigail haven’t been shy about playing happy family with Jack. It’s like the tentative truce forged after the train job between brothers is all Arthur needed to open the cracked shell of his heart fully. The way he looks at Abigail - the way she looks at him - tugs at heartstrings you’d thought long-severed. Mrs. Adler watches them from the edge of camp with a wistful look in her burnt-barn eyes, mouth caught between a smile and a snarl. Even Kieran stutters out a comment about how sweet they seem when he’s sure Arthur won’t hear.

Trusting in how peaceful— how happy things have been is hard, but you can’t say you miss the tension and misery from before. It’s… nice. It feels nice.

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You’re more surprised than you should be when Arthur and Abigail come up to you, eyes bright and cheeks flushed and looking so strikingly young, to tell you they’re getting married. In town. Today.

“We just need a witness,” Arthur says. The asking is implied.

“Can’t you take Mary-Beth? She loves this sort of thing,” you try to deflect, caught between joy and discomfort. “I doubt there’s a church they’d let me in, even.”

It’s not that you aren’t happy for them - you’re thrilled. But to actually go with them and sign documents and make things official in the eyes of the law and the God you’re on such bad terms with? It feels like a lot. It feels a little like a betrayal, still. Your eyes search for some kind of comfort in John’s figure across camp, but it’s in vain. If anything, it reminds you how precarious this joy is. How a selfish part of you wishes to lay claim to more of it.

“We want it to be you,” Abigail smiles.

You shouldn’t.

But her eyes are pleading. You start to wilt under the happiness and hope that shines through them like the sun. “Please, Ghost.”

You’re not sure how anyone’s ever said no to her, the way she blinks up through her lashes and grasps your hand in hers and smiles so sweet. And Arthur is no better. It’s hard to remember a time he’s been so happy. So hopeful. The broadness of his frame has taken on a boyish lightness that wasn’t there even when he was a boy.

Shit.

“Fine,” you finally relent. “I guess I know the Reverend in town.”

The relief and excitement on their faces is almost worth the knot of nerves in your stomach.

—

“My friend!” Reverend Hampton calls out when he spies your approach.

You make to shake his hand but he pulls you in for a hug instead. You return it awkwardly and flash a bashful grin. “Reverend, these are my good friends, Arthur and Abigail. They’d… Well, they’d like to be married today. Can you help us?”

His smile, broad and warm and maybe even a little smug, is all the answer you need.

While he procures the necessary documents the three of you fidget near the altar in an otherwise empty church. Muted rays of midday sun fight their way past cloud cover to reflect greens and reds and golds through stained glass. It paints the French blue of Abigail’s finest dress mosaic, like she’s some kind of Mother Mary that walked right out of a window pane. She alternates between clutching the bouquet of wildflowers that Tilly helped Jack pick to her chest and beaming up at Arthur. He stands stiffly opposite her in a suit that doesn’t quite fit, itching at the collar. His returning smiles are a crooked and genuine show of teeth, like he still can’t believe he made it this far. Like his body has a hard time accommodating happiness this size. He’s spent so long in self-inflicted loneliness.

Maybe you have, too.

All four of you cry and laugh in equal measure when the vows are exchanged. Forever recited back in different shades of blue. Arthur places the ring on Abigail’s finger so delicately it makes your heart ache. He kisses her just as tender, just as careful. You look away and wipe at your tears. The Reverend pronounces them man and wife. Arthur prints his name on the marriage certificate afterwards in careful, elegant script. You both smile encouragingly when Abigail signs her X on the line beside it.

Yours fits just off to the side. You have to stop yourself from signing Ghost.

“You know,” Arthur says to the Reverend as you all turn to leave, “we know a Reverend. He ain’t nothin’ like you.”

Reverend Hampton’s expression manages to be both serene and amused. “Every Shepherd has his flock. I am honored to have been trusted with his today.”

You snort. “Figures you’d say somethin’ like that.”

Arthur and Abigail go on ahead to the wagon hand in hand. It’s impossible to miss, decked out as it is in the tinsel and bells Mary-Beth scrounged up to make it appropriately romantic. You linger a moment longer at the chapel’s threshold with the Reverend.

“Thank you for this,” you say. Your eyes trace the joy on your dear friends’ faces. “Feels like I’m always in your debt.”

“Nonsense, my child. I am in yours. You have brought life and love here - that’s all an old man could wish for. But please,” he says, and turns to squeeze your hands in his, “do not squander this chance at your own happiness.”

You tuck your chin and stare at your boots while embarrassment burns from your chest to your cheeks. “I’ll try.”

He smiles. “That’s all we can ever do in this life. Go in peace.”

—

You drive the wagon home to the sound of hoofbeats and tinkling bells and laughter and love. It starts raining along the way, light and clean. Lances of sunlight beam through the clouds.

—

“Mr. Morgan,” Dutch greets, a shine in his dark eyes. “Mrs. Morgan. We sure are glad to have you back.”

Jack runs up past everyone with shrieking laughter. “You’re so pretty, Momma!”

And she is. A vision in blue, swept up in Arthur’s embrace. He carries her down from the wagon just to hear her laugh.

The girls coo over the ring on her finger while the boys shake Arthur by the shoulder with grins wide enough to swallow him whole. Choruses of that ring is so pretty and you finally grew some balls and I bet the church was nice inside and can’t believe you squeezed into that suit and won’t you spin for us form that familiar symphony of family you’ve come to count on all these years.

John lingers on the periphery of it all, but he makes a point of stepping forward and shaking Arthur’s hand before the dancing starts. He reaches for Abigail’s hands and murmurs something close to congratulations.

“Thank you, John,” Abigail says through shining tears. A little sad. A little overjoyed. A little relieved, even.

Arthur can’t find the right words, but his eyes say it all for him.

“Sure,” John grimaces a smile, “sure. You two… be well. Really.”

They whisk away to the sound of music crackling from Dutch’s gramophone, leaving him beside you with a half-broke heart. John shakes his head at the silent question posed by the tilt of your head, so you settle on the edge of the celebration to watch them whirl in ¾ time. They’re given time enough for a few twirls and dips all their own before the others start to join in.

The rain hasn’t let up. But sometimes it’s good to dance in the rain, and it’s not so damp yet that you can’t light a cigarette. You inhale deep and sigh out smoke before passing it to John without a word. He always ends up bumming off you anyway.

“Was it nice?” he asks through smoke-filled lungs. His gaze never strays from the happy couple.

“Yeah,” you say, then huff half of a laugh. “Made me cry.”

He eyes you without turning away from the dancing. “Really?”

“Really. That goddamn Reverend always gets me… weepy and shit.”

“Easy with the blasphemy, there.” A smile ghosts across his face.

“Or what? I’ll be struck down by lightning?” you scoff. “Be doin’ me a favor. Then I won’t have to listen to you ask about things you don’t wanna know.”

“Shut up,” he says, but he’s smiling now. It’s one of the real ones - one of the rare ones - that goes a little lopsided and softens the sharp flint of his eyes. You’re unreasonably proud of yourself for it.

He turns to face you, now, hesitant. Something about the way he looks at you makes you shift in place. “What?”

“Do you…” he starts awkwardly, clears his throat. Holds out a hand. “Will you dance with me?”

You look at his hand, then at him. It’s hard to hide your smile, so you give up trying. “Long as you don’t step on my feet.”

“Can’t promise that,” he laughs an awkward little laugh as he takes your hand and leads you into the fray.

The song playing now isn’t quite as upbeat, so the tempo is a little easier on his two left feet. You let him lead through the simpler steps and take charge when he falters through the more difficult sequences. It’s a perfect give and take. He even manages not to squash your toes.

“I know this ain’t an easy thing,” you say lowly, so only he can hear you over the music. “Can I ask how you’re feeling now?”

He sighs. “I feel… I don’t know. Fine, I guess. I reckon Abigail was right about—” he cuts himself off there and swallows. His cheeks stain red past the rain. He can’t look you in the eye.

“Right about what?”

“Nothin’. Me and her not bein’ right.”

The song ends, so he spins you out one last time and then you face one another with a bow before melding back into the edge of things. He grabs a beer for each of you from a nearby crate. There’s more there, something you know you’re missing, but you don’t press. Feels like you never do. Instead you clink your bottle to his drink to new beginnings. To things working out the way they’re meant to.

—

The rain clears up just before the sun sets and paints the sky in dewey blues and golds past the few lavender clouds that remain. Silk dresses and wedding bands. Songbird wings and sunshine. Happiness. Hope.

—

Arthur is busy being newly married and tying up loose ends for Strauss, so when the time comes just a few days later John brings you in on his sheep scheme instead. It’s a simple enough thing to scare off the ranchers and take over their wooly charges. You’ve done a bit of farm work here and there, and Moonshine has a real knack for it. Old Boy is less interested in the sheep, but John does a decent job for a man without any real experience.

You run them into Valentine with little trouble.

Trouble comes instead from the foreman at the stockyard who eyes the both of you, scarred and mean, with suspicion. You guess you can’t blame him.

“Fine sheep,” John says. He’s awful proud of himself.

The man shrugs. “They’re alright.”

“You got much better?” you say, but you already know where this is headed.

“I got plenty with less… ambiguity about their provenance.” He makes a point of eyeing your beat up clothes and unconcealed weapons.

“Those are real fancy words, mister. Not sure I take your meaning.”

He doesn’t smile. “I’ll make it simple, then. You give me twenty-five percent kick back and I don’t say nothin’ to nobody.”

“The fuck do you think I look like?” you snarl, stepping up in his face. A scam is a fine idea, but getting scammed yourself? You don’t take kindly to that.

He doesn’t flinch. “I think you look like a low-down criminal, and I know folk swing for rustlin’ ‘round these parts. Twenty-five percent. I won’t say it again.”

You open your mouth to argue but John grabs your shoulder to pull you back and steps forward in your place. “Fifteen.”

“Twenty.”

They haggle back and forth while you stew in your discontent and glare at the other hands until they finally shake on eighteen. You shake as well with a look that could kill, but don’t say another word until you and John make it back to the horses hitched a little ways away.

“Eighteen? Really?”

“Like you could do better. I mean what were you gonna do? Beat him? Kill him? Then what?”

You scoff, but it’s hard to argue his point. “Fine. I guess it’s better than nothin’.”

“You’re damn right it is. This worked out, relax.” He mounts up. “Dutch wanted me to meet him and Arthur at the saloon. I’ll see you at camp?”

“Sure,” you say. “Try not to get so drunk you can’t find your way back. It’s only noon.”

He laughs. “I’ll try. It’s been that kind of week.”

It sure has.

You ride back at an easy lope on a loose rein, enjoying the day and the lightness in your chest that’s been there since the wedding. A bad deal on good sheep feels like nothing at all compared to that. Nothing at all.

By the time the gunfire sounds, you’re too far away to hear it.

[warmaidensrevenge]

Always seen you.

Pairing: Eddie x Insecure!Fem plus size reader

If you want to read my other work you can find it HERE

A/N: Ok my dears, this is part 7 to my full blown series. This turned out to be a lot more than I intended. But, I’m happy how it’s going. Just a few warnings before the actual warnings. I did use the scene in the woods with Eddie and Chrissy. With obvious changes to fit my story line. This gets sad. So I hope you enjoy. Thanks for reading. As always feedback is greatly appreciated. Kay love you bye.

Warnings: 18+ language, body insecurities, secret pining, angst, slow burn, misunderstanding, abuse, eventually smut in later parts. Not proof read and no word count.

Summary: The boy of your dreams is always just out of reach. If only you could get over yourself to see that he sees you too.

Part 7

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Well the weekend wasn't how you expected it to go. But other than being sick, it was the best weekend of your existence. Eddie stayed the whole time. He only left to take a shower and say hi to his uncle. Just to let him know where he was.

It was Wednesday morning and you were feeling tons better. All you needed was a big dose of Eddie Munson and you were good as new.

Though there was a lot to deal with involving your feelings for Eddie. You were honestly happy that you had him as a friend. He was a really good one at that. You never thought he would even want to be near you. But here he was proving all your insecurities wrong.

You were in theater class talking with Eddie when Mrs Adler came to talk to you guys.

" Okay you two. I have copies of the scripts for you. I would actually like both of you to practice the parts together. I want everyone of the main characters to learn each other's parts. So that everyone can get a chance to act each one. So y/n you will learn Julia and Sylvia's parts and Mr. Munson you will be learning Valentine and Proteus's part."

You and Eddie looked at each other. You guys would get to kiss after all.

Mrs Adler smiled handing you two the scripts.

You looked down at them. " When will the play happen?"

" Two months."

You nodded.

" I have the auditorium booked for next week. I expect you guys to at least have most of it memorized by then. Well your original part."

" Yeah we can do that." Eddie said

" Good. Mr Munson. You probably might want to find Miss Cunningham and figure out what time works best for you two."

Eddie nodded.

" Same goes for you." Mrs Adler looked at you.

You nodded.

When she left you couldn't possibly have a bigger smile. It was gonna happen. You were gonna finally get that kiss. But then the thought of Eddie kissing Chrissy first came. You didn't want his lips touching anyone else.

Stop it! You told yourself

" Hey sweetheart?"

You looked at Eddie and gave him a half smile.

"Think you feel good enough for a movie later?"

" Sure."

" Cool."

When the class was over Mrs Adler stopped Eddie. You said your goodbyes and Eddie watched you leave. With a smirk on his lips. He was finally gonna kiss you.

" Mr. Munson, I just want to let you know that I and a few students will be in the drama room after school making props."

" Oh. Umm okay."

" so you probably are gonna have to take date night somewhere else." She smiled

Eddie felt the blush creep up his neck. Was that what all the movie nights were? Were you guys dating?

He didn't correct her. He just nodded and left.

Eddie went to his next class not paying attention to God damn thing.

You guys couldn't watch the movie in the drama room and you guys couldn't do it at your place when your parents were home. So the only option was his place.

Eddie had never really been embarrassed about his place before. But now he was. He was freaking out so bad about it that after school he went to the woods to smoke. He should have got the movie before he was high. But his anxiety was through the roof.

" Eddie?"

He jumped. When he turned around he was met with scared eyes.

" Uhh Chrissy?"

" Hi. Umm sorry. I uhh was told I could find you out here."

" You were looking for me?"

" Yeah. Mrs Adler said we should talk."

" Oh...yeah" Eddie was nervous. He had never talked to Chrissy before.

He watched her walk towards the table and sit down.

"So uhh I was wondering when you would like to read the script together?" She said in a soft voice.

Eddie could sense that she seemed terrified. Was she really scared of him?

" Uhh whenever you're free I guess." He said slowly approaching the table. Putting out his joint in the process.

" umm."

She stood quiet for a minute.

" Are you okay Chrissy?" He said finally sitting down across from her.

" Umm sorry. It's just...Do you ever feel like you're losing your mind?" She asked, fidgeting with her fingers.

Eddie looked at her slightly suspicious. But she seemed nice so he thought he would try to get her to relax.

" Um, you know, just... on a daily basis. I feel like I'm losing my mind right now. I'm talking to Chrissy Cunningham, the queen of Hawkins High" he saw her shoulders relax. "You know, this isn't the first time that we've, um... Hung out."

"No?" She said finally looking at him.

"You don't remember? "

"I'm sorry. I..."

"That's okay." Eddie paused for a split second. He then grabbed his heart and fell backwards.

Chrissy gasped.

"I wouldn't remember me either, Chrissy."

Eddie got up and started brushing the leaves out of his hair. "Honestly, do I have stuff in my hair?"

Chrissy laughed. That made him feel better. She was getting comfortable being around him. So he decided to keep it up.

"You don't remember me?" He asked crossing his arms and smiled.

" I'm sorry." She smiled

"Middle school, talent show. You were doing this cheer thing. You know, the... the thing you do. It was pretty cool, actually. And I... I was with my band."

Chrissy's eyes widened and she smiled. "Corroded Coffin.

"Corro..." Eddie smiled clapping his hands and pointed at her. " You do remember."

" Oh my God! Yes, of course. With a name like that, how could I forget!?"

I dunno. You're a freak."

"No, you just... You looked so..."

"Different? Yeah. Well, uh, my hair was buzzed, and I didn't have these sweet old tatties yet." He said showing off his chest tattoo.

"You played guitar, right?"

" Uh-huh. Still do... Still do. You should come see us. Uh, we play at The Hideout on Tuesdays. It's pretty cool. We... We actually get a crowd of about five... drunks."

Chrissy giggled.

" It's not exactly the Garden, but you gotta start somewhere, right? So... "

"You know, you're not what I thought you'd be like."

Eddie put some hair in front of his face." Mean and scary?"

"Yeah."

" Yeah, well, I actually kinda thought you'd be kinda mean and scary too."

" Me?" She gave him a big toothy smile.

Eddie grinned and sat back down." Terrifying. Uh, so, in other good news, flattery works with me, so..."

Chrissy laughed again. " Well I umm look forward to working with you on this."

" Yeah?"

" Yeah. You just seem really fun."

Eddie chuckled. " Well I tried to be."

They sat there for a minute.

Eddie noticed that Chrissy's smile was fading.

" Umm Eddie?"

" Yeah sweetheart?"

Chrissy looked at the script and turned to the page where they were supposed to kiss.

Eddie watched her for a few seconds.

" Sweetheart?"

" Do you..Do you think it would be okay if we don't kiss. I...I don't want Jason to be upset."

' Uhh actually I was thinking about that too. I ummm don't get me wrong. Your pretty and I had a crush on you for the longest time."

" You did?"

" Y-yeah...But see ummm...there's this girl."

Chrissy smiled again. " yeah?"

" yup. She uhh she's actually playing Julia."

" Oh! You mean y/n. Yeah I know her. She is so nice. One time when I just got on the cheer team she helped me. I was having trouble memorizing all the chants and she found me crying in the bathroom. I told her why I was so upset and she went out of her way to make me flash cards of all the cheers we did. She spent hours helping me. Shes really a great person."

Eddie smiled thinking about you. You were such a good person. Even when you didn't have to be.

" Yeah. She's umm.. she's kinda...I don't know exactly what we are right now. But umm I kinda just want to kiss her you know."

Chrissy nodded. " Well you'll get your chance. But can I tell you something?"

" Shoot."

" If I was y/n. I wouldn't want my first kiss with you to be in front of the whole school."

Eddie rubbed the back of his neck. " I didn't think about that."

Chrissy gave him a thin lip smile.

" Can I ask you something?"

" Sure?"

Eddie started picking at his nails. " You know where I live right?"

" Umm no?"

" Oh uh Forest Hills trailer park."

" Oh yeah. I know where that is."

" Y-yeah...do you think that she would mind where I live?"

" You guys are friends right?"

" Yeah."

" Then I don't think she would mind it at all. From what I know about her. She doesn't judge people on that kind of stuff."

Eddie smiled again. Chrissy was right. You wouldn't be put off by him or his home.

" So uhh do you want to go over lines right now?" Chrissy asked.

" uhh I would but umm I kinda have a date."

Chrissy grinned. " With y/n I hope."

Eddie chuckled. " Yeah."

...

After school you walked towards the math club when you saw a note on the door. Jeff came and stood right next to you.

" Cancelled huh?"

" Yeah. Seems like it." You said kinda happy about it.

This meant you could spend a little more time with Eddie.

" So uhh what are you gonna do right now?"

You looked at Jeff. "Umm well I was going to find Eddie. But now that I think about it. Did Mrs Adler give you your scripts yet?"

" Uh yeah. Do you want to run lies with me?"

" Yeah we probably should. But I kind of have something to do today."

" Oh is it date night?"

Your eyebrows pinched together. "Umm what?"

" Yeah. You know. Movie night with Eddie? You guys are dating right?"

" Umm not that I know of."

" Really? That's what Gareth said. He said I couldn't ask you to winter formal because you and Eddie were going out."

You cleared your throat. " umm wait. You were gonna ask me to formal? And Gareth said Eddie and I were dating?"

" Yeah. And if you were I wouldn't want to do anything that would piss Eddie off."

" Did Eddie say anything that confirmed that?"

Jeff shook his head. " But he does talk about you a lot. Saying how pretty you are and how smart you are. He said that he liked spending time with you."

"He said that?" You averted your gaze to the ground.

" Yeah. But he never said you guys were together together."

You bit your lip. So Eddie did like you. Why didn't he say anything? You guys could have been together this whole time?!

" So are you guys? Together?"

You looked back at Jeff. " umm not right now we're not."

" But you like him too?"

" I..."

" It's cool. You don't have to answer that. I just thought maybe... nevermind. Umm so do you want to meet me in the auditorium tomorrow and practice?"

" Sure-sure...I'm do you know where Eddie is right now?"

" Yeah he said he was going to his smoking spot."

" umm where is that?"

" Uhh it's an old bench behind the football field. If you follow the path. You'll find it."

" Thanks Jeff."

You turned around and headed towards eddie. The smile on your face was so big you knew your cheeks were gonna hurt. The short distance seemed way longer than it should have been. You wanted to run there. Run to Eddie and just kiss him. But you didn't want to be out of breath and all sweaty. So you walked quickly.

You heard Eddie talking before you got there.

Talking to yourself too huh?

As you got closer you heard laughing. But not Eddie's. You stopped and heard a girl.

You didn't realize you were doing it but we're creeping closer to hear the conversation. Being as silent as you could.

"I feel like I'm losing my mind right now. I'm talking to Chrissy Cunningham, the queen of Hawkins High" "You know, this isn't the first time that we've, um... Hung out."

You're getting high with Chrissy?

As you continued to listen. Eddie seemed to be flirting with her. You felt your heart rate pick up and jealousy filled you. Your eyes started to water.

"You should come see us. Uh, we play at The Hideout on Tuesdays. It's pretty cool. We... We actually get a crowd of about five... drunks."

What?

Your heart broke right then and there. He never asked you to see his band. And you guys have been friends for months. This was his first time talking to Chrissy and he already asked her.

You're flirting. Why?

Tears started to fall and you covered your mouth to cover up the gasp that came with them.

Then you heard it. He called her sweetheart. That's when you had enough. You were done eavesdropping. You turned around and hurried back to the football field. Once you got there you slowed down and tried to catch your breath.

Deep breaths. Common y/n. Calm down.

You took a few deep breaths and wiped your face. You wanted to go home but you couldn't. Your brother would know you've been crying.

You ended up in your little nook and sat there with your knees up. You buried your face into your arms and cried as quietly as you could.

I thought he liked me.

Well you weren't the only one he liked. But why would he choose you? You and Chrissy were completely opposites. She was so pretty and so nice. And she was thin and blonde and a damn cheerleader. How the hell could you compete with her? There's no way in hell that Eddie would choose you over her.

Fuck you really couldn't do this anymore. You couldn't lose yourself for this "relationship". You had to look at things in an analytical stand point. Instead of letting your heart do the thinking. It was your brain in charge of how you felt. And you could control that.

You decided here and now that you would only be a helping hand. No more spending time together. No more late night phone calls, no more movies. You were done. You needed as much distance as you could. But still be available to tutor him and work on the play together. But that was it. No more and no less.

You had to. You could keep hurting yourself for a fantasy. You had to be done. You needed to be done with Eddie.

...

You let yourself cry and cry. You cried until you had nothing left and your throat was raw. You sat there for a little while longer trying to talk yourself to stop caring so much about him. You kept hearing him call Chrissy sweetheart and you just broke all over again.

Finally when you were calmed down enough you took the long way home. It started to rain and you cried again. Now you could go home and no one would ask about it.

You stopped in front of your front door and put on a smile. You said your hellos and went to your room.

" Hey golden child. Eddie called." Your brother said.

" Oh. Umm okay thanks. I'm gonna shower before I get sick again."

You walked past him and locked yourself in the bathroom. You debated calling him back. But you needed time.

You took so long in the shower your mom started banging on the door telling you to get out.

When you finally got out you went to your room and started doing your homework.

"Hey gearhead. Eddie called again." Your brother sounded annoyed.

" Yeah okay. Sorry. I'll call him back." You said not looking at him.

" Are you okay sis?"

" Y-yeah. I just got so much to do. And lines to learn."

" Are you sure?"

You looked at him and smiled. "I'm good snot wad."

Your brother laughed " Alright kid. Don't work too hard."

When he left you got up and locked your door. You went to your record player and put on a vinyl.

You went back to work when the phone rang. You got up and turned the ringer off. You knew it was Eddie. But you couldn't talk to him. Not yet.

You went back to work. You read and read all your lines. Your concentration was interrupting by a song.

You listened and every word hurt.

🎵

What a wicked game you play, to make me feel this way. What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you. What a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way. What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you

And I don't wanna fall in love.

No, I don't wanna fall in love.

With you.

The world was on fire and no one could save me but you. Strange what desire will make foolish people do. I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you. And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you.

🎵

The universe had a funny way of giving you signs like this. You sat there wishing you never fell in love with him.

Out of nowhere your dad screamed out your name.

You got up and went out to the living room. You were surprised to see Mrs Clark sitting on the couch.

" Have a seat." Your fathers voice was cold and angry.

You listened and sat on the love seat opposite from Mrs Clark and your mom.

" Mrs Clark has brought to our attention that her son saw the Munson boy stay here this past weekend. Is this true?"

You looked at Mrs Clark in disbelief.

" You have a lot of nerve." You said to her

" I beg your pardon." She said.

" That's enough! So it's true. You were being a whore with that...that freak!" Your mother stood up and slapped you.

"MOM!" Your brother yelled. "STOP! HE WAS HERE WITH ME!"

You sat there with tears in your eyes. You saw your brother put down the phone and try to come to you. But your mother stopped him.

"My son said while he was cutting the neighbors grass he just so happened to see through the bedroom window and saw them sleeping together."

"THAT'S NOT TRUE!" Your brother yelled at your father who came to you.

He got in your face. " Are you going to just sit there and not answer for your indiscretions?"

Your brother knew if you told the truth. Things were about to get a hell of a lot worse.

You looked over to your brother. If you didn't tell the truth he would probably get hurt a whole lot worse than you would.

" Y/n!" Your brother yelled.

You looked back at your father.

" Y-yes. He was here with me." You replied.

Your dad turned around and pulled Mrs Clark by her arm. " I think it's time you leave. Thank you for informing my wife and I about this."

He quickly shoved her out of the house.

Your brother tried to get out of your mom's arms but she kept saying if he didn't stop he was going to get double.

Your father turned around and walked toward you.

" You will not see that boy ever again! Do you hear me? His is not allowed within a hundred yards of this house. And if I ever catch him here I will make sure my buddies at the sheriff's department lock him away for a long time."

You hung your head and let out a small nose laugh. "No."

"NO!"

"Y/n!? Don't." Your brother begged

"You don't get to tell me who I can be with or who I can see. So no."

" HOW DARE YOU TALK BACK TO YOUR FATHER!"

You looked at your dad and saw nothing but rage.

" I'm sorry dad. But I'm not doing this shit anymore."

Your dad picked you up by your arms and grabbed a pillow. He held it to your stomach and punched you.

"DAD!! PLEASE!" Your brother cried out.

You leaned over and fell to the ground. You heard your father undo his belt and started beating you.

Somehow your brother got past your mother and went to tackle your dad. You tried to get up but your mom held you there by your hair.

"Look at what you've done!"

She moved your head to look at your father and brother. They were rolling around throwing blows at each other.

Your dad was much bigger and way stronger. You cried watching your brother get beaten.

" Daddy! Please!" You cried.

Your father stopped and looked down at your brother who was bleeding. He then looked at you and shook his head.

" You shouldn't have gotten involved boy." Your dad said getting up. "Honey let her go. She's had enough."

Your mother listened and let your hair go. " Clean your brother up."

You crawled to him and pulled him into your lap.

"Damnit. You should have stayed out of it." You whispered

" I promised I wouldn't let you get hit without me." He grunted

" I hope you're happy. No go to bed!" Your mother ordered.

" No." You said softly.

"Y/n don't." Your brother pleaded.

You looked at him. "No. I'm done. We're getting out of here. They can't keep doing this to us."

" I said go to your room!"

" NO! We are not staying another night in the place with you!" You shouted.

Your mother was about to charge you but your father stopped her.

You were always closer to your dad. You knew after every beating he would feel so bad after. But it never stopped him from the continuous abuse over the years. So you used that to your advantage tonight.

" If they want to go. Let them honey. They will come running back sooner or later."

You pulled your brother to his feet. You grabbed both your jackets and shoes. You grabbed his car keys and went outside.

You sat on the front porch helping him put on his shoes.

" Fuck!" He said trying to clean up his bloody nose. " It's not broken is it?"

You looked him over. " No. I think you're good."

You started to put on your shoes when headlights blinded you for a second. You saw two guys at first.

Then you saw a mess of curly hair bouncing to you.

Eddie?

...

@irishhappiness @ghosttownwherenoonegoes @idkidknemore @hiscrimsonangel @hellv1ra @browneyes528 @b-irock @erinsingalong

[karimwillia]

Part 17

Warnings: Fluff and Tension

At the game Riri is courtside wearing a custom cropped lettermen’s jacket Shuri specifically wanted her in. With cute ripped jeans and a pair of custom Shuri 11 Jordan’s. The jacket has Shuri’s number and last name on the back and Riri’s name is on the hip in the front with the year on the chest. It’s a look for sure. The players walk-ins are projected on the screen and Shuri looks so damn good in her suit with the no shirt look her chain shines as it’s on display. The rest of the girls don’t look half as good as her Baby. The bias is real.

The energy around introductions was amazing. Riri can’t believe this is her first ever high school game she missed out. Before tip off Shuri runs over to peck Riri’s lips leaning over into her ear Shuri whispers. “You’re my good luck charm.” The blush that overtakes Riri is second to no none. Shuri hops up and goes to work. She plays like a beast the entire game. With 30 of 32 mins playing time she scored 62 points, had 15 rebounds, 9 assists, and managed 4 steals. Benedict wins. The crowd erupted. “What a game for Shuri Udaku that 60 points is her new personal record. Last year her average was 46 points a game. The state record for points in a game is 80 points by any woman. If she keeps gaining momentum do you think we can see her touch the state record?” The commentators chatter away.

In the Main the girls are bouncing off the walls “Yo Panther is that what getting a girlfriend does to you?” Coach Rollins is screaming. “That was one hell of a game! Woooo!” “We are headed to the Championship! I know it!” Someone shouts. Shuri is rushing because she wants to get to Riri and celebrate. Her goal of a new personal record is huge for her.

The season draws on with Shuri and Riri now in a rhythm. They FaceTime with a little show before all games, and Riri sits courtside for any home game. Coach almost requires it now since they have been winning. The kiss is normally always done just before every tip off also. The sleepover are on pause for the season to keep Shuri focused. The school swears the ritual is the reason Shuri is going to hit the State record.

It's Valentine's Day Weekend and the team is on bi week so Shuri has some freedom. “Earth to Shuri! Bro! What are you daydreaming about?” Al is sitting in the Main it’s lunch so that only means one thing. “My bad. I have been seeing this ring design in my mind for days. So I’m getting it sketched out.” Al is interested but concerned. “What type of ring?” “Woah no not a wedding ring or anything like that just a promise ring. It’s for graduation.” Shuri holds up the sketch. The band is simple but twists into the shape of two hearts that interlock.

“You are cold Shuri. I'm so glad you started back designing.” “I have a muse now is all Al. Riri’s work on the nanotechnology health monitor bracelets was the start. From there all my ideas have just been flowing.” “Mhm What did you just say? Your girl is hella smart yo I can see how that’s inspiring.” Shuri laughs at Al. “Yes she is. The concept is that the bracelet houses these tiny robots that keep your vitals, brain waves and all health status closely monitored so that any slight changes can be addressed immediately. That’s how she explained it to me. It is going to be best for athletes because it provides immediate treatment.” Al nods.

“Right right I’m going to nod like I understand. When you all are traveling to the world saving it remember me. All I wanted to know was what you had planned before the lock-in. I know you lovebirds are going to make sure your first Valentine's Day is right.” Shuri shakes her head “My bad I just get excited to talk about her. But I have the Adler Planetarium rented out for a private dinner.” Al twists her face in surprise. “You know what. Why did I even ask? Of course it’s the perfect date.” They walk out after putting everything they have out in the lockers.

Riri is with MJ courtside, their ritual is for anytime Shuri plays. Shuri winks, biting her lip at her Princess before she goes to play. MJ peeps the subtle look. “Ooooh Ri. Why is she looking at you like a meal?” Ri looks out onto the court biting her lip in a similar fashion. “MJ, honestly we have been having some fun. It’s FaceTime but steps.” With wide eyes MJ covers her mouth. “SHUT UP! How come you haven’t told me!” Riri faces her friend. “Michelle you have been MIA on me.” “Ugh Girl I know ok ok I’m sorry I blame Peter. Damn I am missing all the good stuff too. Why FaceTime?” “Basketball season and privacy. Honestly Rohan and Sha are the in person cock blockers. The in school thing is not appealing.”

“Mmmmmm it’s giving very nerdy of you both. I like it.” The girls giggle. “So then Valentine’s Day? What is tea?” “She has some big date planned. A hotel stay then the lock-in. It’s a surprise and you know I hate surprises. MJ shaking her head. “That girl and her perfectionist ways.”“No MJ, I love the hopeless Romantic in her. It’s cute.” “Nope girl you just love you some her.”

The week speeds by but not without Riri and Shuri making it special for each other. Riri made sure her Dove had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich everyday, her favorite Starbucks drink, got her a new cologne, sent her flowers and a special woven blanket made for her to nap with. Shuri made sure her Princess was spoiled with her favorite flowers everyday, got her three new perfumes, and had her nails done twice when Riri didn’t like the first color. Then Shuri had a special leather briefcase and notebook made for her little brainiac.

It is Thursday evening now and Riri is packing with her music blasting. Sha comes into the room startling Riri. “Shit! Sha.” “Oop why are you cussing? I also love this outfit.” “You scared me Sha and thank you it's new. Shuri spoiled me for Valentine’s so far.” “Well what pray tell are you doing to spoil her?” Riri is always honest and up front with her sister so this conversation was bound to happen.

“I did the normal flowers, candy and this new cologne.” Riri huffs thinking about it. “That was for me. But I don’t know, maybe um we can finally.” Riri kind of trails off. Sex is non clinical to her. So she sometimes finds the words to speak about it hard to articulate. “You want to finally have sex? I am officially old. Sissy, that's a big step. Do you want advice or my opinion?” Riri lifts her head and looks at her sister with a pout.

“Both actually. It’s like a looming cloud for us. Up to this point she has been the one holding back. We have done…” Sharon glares at her sister intently. Riri stops before she shares too much. “We have done other things and I think the time may be right. Then I start overthinking, maybe it’s not.”

Sharon finally takes a breath. She gets up and starts to help her sister with her makeup. Random but it’s how she’s going to help. “Sissy you two are 18 year old seniors, it's not going to be what you see in the movies. So you have to go with the flow. Throw the idea of it being “perfect” out of your mind. You have to listen to yourself and Shuri. If tonight is it then it’s it. Be calm and don’t tense up. Also if you wear that little fenty set her head will explode.” Sharon looks at her sister all done with her makeup and almost tears up. Riri scrunches her face to a funny face.

“Sissy don’t cry please.” “I won’t but I just can’t believe how you have grown.” With everything packed Riri heads down her front stairs. When she makes it the front door bell rings . It’s Rohan to pick her up. She was instructed to wear comfy clothes for now. “Hello Miss Williams. Your presence is missed.” Ri loves Rohan; he's like an African Alfred. With a wave she hugs him quickly. “Hi Rohan don’t worry I will be home soon, she can’t be distracted.” After loading the last of her bags Rohan helps Riri into the car. “I am aware but she is up for hours restless without you. Before you ask, I am not at liberty to disclose tonight’s plan.”

The ride is quick to The W Hotel in downtown Chicago. With an escort Riri is taken to a huge suite. She opens the door to a beautifully decorated hotel room but not like the over done ones on YouTube couples do. The room is dimly lit with floor lights casting a deep red huge into the room. There are black heart shaped balloons floating on the ceiling and a rose petal heart on the floor. On the bed is a box and two bags. In the box is a gorgeous slim form fitted black dress. Its silhouette is cut higher at her left leg then on her right with a one shoulder neckline.

Riri readies herself and she was so thankful for her Sister doing her makeup. Riri opens the first bag with a pair of obsidian and diamond earrings for her to wear inside. The last bag has a letter and a pair of red bottoms. The letter reads. “Dear Princess, Solve the riddle and you will find the place to join me for our date. I visit you every night even if you don’t call me! I am lost everyday to you. What am I and where can you see me? Baby I love you and join me soon. Your Dove🤍” Riri racks her brain about the riddle. She smiles and pops out of the room to find Rohan.

“Ro take me to the Adler Planetarium!” Rohan grins ear to ear. “You are indeed a genius Miss Williams. Let us go.”

@somethingcleaverandwhitty @mal-urameshi @shuriris-stuff @neptoons1998 @dominiquesheart

[trappers-cloak]

I saw a post about Arthur’s horses and now I wanna do that but for fanfic stuff

After Bodaceia (sp ??) passed, Arthur kept the Tennessee Walker from Adler ranch for only a short time. He sells the horse in exchange for Ares, a blue roan Ardennes.

Ares is an impatient war horse. Arthur got the name from Jack. The horse is fast for an Ardennes and sturdy, and the size of a Missouri Foxtrotter. Arthur forms a great bond with him.

Diana comes on the scene with her grullodun Breton, Althea.

Althea is on the older side- she was a wedding gift for Diana. She is very strong and loyal, with incredible endurance.

Once the events of Part 1 - Emerald Ranch are over… SPOILERS FOR THE FIC I HAVENT WRITTEN YET BELOW‼️‼️‼️

…and Diana kills her husband Eugene and joins the VDL gang, Bucephalus, Nyx, Phobos and Deimos join the crew.

Bucephalus is a buckskin mustang previously belonging to Eugene Wegner, and a very spirited one, similar to Ares. He takes to Diana right away once she kills Eugene, as Eugene was not a good owner. Althea becomes a horse to pull a small coach that Diana is given by Seamus. Diana also lives in the coach until she moves in with Arthur.

Nyx is the pitch black American standardbred belonging to Miriam Wegner (Diana’s stepdaughter). Later in the story, Miriam gets the beautiful Foxmore saddle from its original owner, Molly O’Shea.

Nyx is shared between Cripps and Miriam in my mind, with different saddles. Cripps uses a nice one he made from cougar skin.

Phobos and Deimos are two raven black shire horses- one of whom belonged to Hosea, who sold it to the Valentine stables. These are Cripps’ horses.

[zablife]

Two thoughts I’ve had about the story share:

What was the wife’s maiden name? I mean, we know it’s Solomons with knowing she’s Alfie’s sister, but what did she go by not to raise suspicion before she marries Tommy?

And I haven’t went and looked it up yet, but I’m interested in what a mixed religion (well we know lack of on Tommy’s part) wedding ceremony looked like at the time. I’ll save my rambling that Jerimiah may turned a blind eye to it for the right amount of money for a different day. 😂

Ava, these are such good questions!! In my imagination, she probably went by another Jewish surname. Anything but Solomons really bc she would have hidden that connection for safety or bc Alfie wouldn't have approved. Come to think of it, Tommy's dear wife doesn't have a name in this fic. So if I may, I'll give her one now. Her name is Sarah Ruth Adler. Nickname "Sadie."

As for the ceremony, I imagine it was a small affair, officiated by Jeremiah. I have no clue what an interfaith ceremony of the time might have looked like so I'll tag my history gurus to weigh in. What do you think @notyour-valentine and @runnning-outof-time??

[sillyromances]

@kilgcre asked: ❛ i didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, i just have a lot on my plate. ❜ [ from sadie! ]

"That's all right. Not like you shot me."

Not like she hasn't heard worse from the others, either. Sometimes it feels like, for all that they're supposed to be fighting for the ability to live free, most of them have had their ability to dream stamped out of them. It used to be that they'd just laugh at her or tease her about it, having her mind up in the clouds, accusing her of being silly as if she had no idea of how the world worked, like she hadn't been a criminal before she ever met any of them.

Of course, maybe Mrs. Adler was different. Mary Beth wasn't quite sure why she was still hanging around and it didn't seem right to ask, not considering the shape the woman came to them in. Not that any of them were the same as they were when Mrs. Adler first joined. Blackwater had been bad enough, then things in Valentine turned into a mess, and Rhodes turned bloody.

They were all on edge after that, graves marking the trail behind them, and people were becoming less forgiving of things. Mary Beth could feel it in herself as well, her dreams slipping away as she clung stubbornly to an optimism that didn't always land right.

And if the optimism had been burned out of Mrs. Adler like gunpowder, well… who was Mary Beth to say that wasn't deserved?

Sucking in a breath and offering a smile, Mary Beth shrugged. "Guess you do have a lot on your plate, after all, and far more complicated things than me and my sewing."

[hellostarrynightblr]

highlights of February

1. Favourite movies: House of Strangers (1949), The Changeling (1980). 2. Decent movies I liked / appreciated but not loved: The Night Stalker (1972), Everything Everywhere All at Once (2023). 3. wtf movie/ending: Teen Wolf: The Movie (2023). Just an overall impression. Literally WTF. 4. Best scenes: the alleyway break-up / 'She left me two hours ago' (House of Strangers, 1949); confronting the senator (The Changeling, 1980); Those You've Known / The Dark I Know Well (Spring Awakening, 2022). 5. Favourite genres: drama, fantasy, mystery. 6. Favourite directors: Peter Medak (The Changeling, 1980). I also like  John Llewellyn Moxey for The Night Stalker (1972) (surprisingly), Joseph L. Mankiewicz for House of Strangers (1949) and  Daniel Kwan + Daniel Scheinert for Everything Everywhere All at Once (2022). 7. Favourite actors: George C. Scott (The Changeling, 1980); Edward G. Robinson, Susan Hayward, Richard Conte (House of Strangers, 1949); Michelle Yeoh, Ke Huy Quan (Everything Everywhere All at Once, 2022); 8. Least favourite performances: anybody in Teen Wolf: The Movie (2023). I reiterate, what the fuck? 9. The most wasted cast: Teen Wolf: The Movie (2023). They brought almost everyone back and made this abomination? How was this even allowed to happen? Let's count. Tyler Posey, Crystal, Holland Roden, Shelley Hennig, JR Bourne, Ian Bohen, Colton Haynes, Linden Ashby, Melissa Ponzio, Ryan Kelley, Seth Gilliam, Orny Adams, Dylan Sprayberry, Khylin Rhambo, Tyler Hoechlin. There are so many just baffling choices as well. Bringing back Stiles' dad without Stiles and their dynamic. Bringing back the Nogitsune without Stiles, Kira or her family. Bringing back Liam and Mason, but not having them interact at all. Revivng Alison (a wtf moment in itself) and not having her reunite with Lydia. Breaking up Stiles and Lydia off-screen for the dumbest of reaons. Not having Scott and Liam exchange a single line. Getting Alison and Scott back together. Everything to do with Derek (not having him interact with either Peter or Malia (who themselves don't interact at all), introducing his son whose existance doesn't even make sense, killing him off). I could go on and on. This film is an insult and a nightmare. Moving on. 10. The best wasted premise: Teen Wolf: The Movie (2023). The idea of bringing back this show for one last adventure is cool, but you need to have, you know, a script before you do that. 11. Best premise: Pandora and the Flying Dutchman (1952). 12. Favourite cast: House of Strangers (1949). Edward G. Robinson, Susan Hayward, Richard Conte, Luther Adler, Paul Valentine, Efrem Zimbalist, Jr., Esther Minciotti. 13. Favourite on-screen duos:  George C. Scott x Melvyn Douglas (The Changeling, 1980);  Jonathan Groff x Lea Michele (Spring Awakening, 2022);  Edward G. Robinson x Richard Conte; Susan Hayward x Richard Conte (House of Strangers, 1949);  Michelle Yeoh, x Ke Huy Quan (Everything Everywhere All at Once, 2022). 14. Favourite on-screen relationships: Max Monetti x Irene Bennett (House of Strangers, 1949). She gives as good as she gets. 15. Favourite characters: Max Monetti (House of Strangers, 1949); John Russell (The Changeling, 1980); Waymond Wang (Everything Everywhere All at Once, 2022). 15. Favourite quote: Can't remember anything... 16. Favourite fact discovered in 2023: Jonathan Groff and Lea Michele are best friends in real life and he supported her when she went back to Broadway to play the lead in Funny Girl. 17. The most overrated film: I kind of think that  Everything Everywhere All at Once (2022) is a tad overrated. I like it, just not nearly as much as everyone else seems to. 18. The most disappointing film: Teen Wolf: The Movie (2023). 19. The biggest surprise: The Changeling (1980). 20. Best cinematography: John Coquillon (The Changeling, 1980). 21. Best set design: Keith Pepper (The Changeling, 1980). 22. Best costume design: Shirley Kurata (Everything, Everywhere All at Once, 2022). 23. Best music: The Changeling (1980). 24. Best prooduction choice: casting Richard Conte to be a tough, but ultimately good guy. He's great at playing villains, but his overwhelming charisma makes for pretty interesting good guys as well. 25. Worst production choice: releasing Teen Wolf: The Movie (2023). Absolute atrocity this film is. 26. Film of the month: The Changeling (1980) with House of Strangers (1949) a close second.

[hallmark-movie-fanatics]

A DYNASTIC RANCHING FAMILY FACES AN UNCERTAIN FUTURE WHEN TRAGEDY STRIKES IN THE SEASON ONE DEBUT OF ‘RIDE’ PREMIERING MARCH 26, ON HALLMARK CHANNEL

STUDIO CITY, CA – March 17, 2023 – Tragedy strikes a dynastic ranching family in “Legend of the Fall,” the series debut of “Ride” premiering Sunday, March 26 (9 p.m. ET/PT), on Hallmark Channel. Nancy Travis (“Last Man Standing”), Tiera Skovbye (“Riverdale”), Beau Mirchoff (“Good Trouble”), Sara Garcia (“The Flash”), Jake Foy (“Designated Survivor”) and Tyler Jacob Moore (“Shameless”) star.

Isabel McMurray (Travis) is the matriarch of a small-town ranching family going back a generation. After losing her husband years ago, she has resiliently kept the ranch afloat and singlehandedly raised their three sons: illustrious champion Austin (Marcus Rosner, “Valentine in the Vineyard”), servicemember Cash (Mirchoff) and ever-dependable Tuff (Foy). Over the years, the family has grown to include Austin’s talented wife Missy (Skovbye) and Valeria (Garcia), a one-time runaway the family had taken in. One day, just as Cash returns home, tragedy strikes, leaving Missy a widow, the family grieving and leading Valeria to leave town without a word. A year later, as the McMurrays continue to grieve, the fate of their ranch is uncertain. Cash, who has spent a lifetime in his brother’s shadow, considers stepping into his shoes to save it – a decision complicated by Cash’s long simmering feelings for Missy. Missy struggles with her place in the family without Austin and considers new opportunities, while Isabel who has faced more than her fair share of loss, struggles with putting Cash at risk, even if it means losing her life’s work. Then Valeria reappears with more secrets than answers. And a wealthy outsider (Moore) makes an offer on the ranch.

“Ride” is a Blink49 Studios / Seven24 Films Production. Executive producers are Rebecca Boss, Chris Masi, Sherri Cooper, Alexandra Zarowny, Paolo Barzman, Greg Gugliotta, FJ Denny, John Morayniss, Carolyn Newman, Virginia Rankin, Elana Barry, Josh Adler, Jordy Randall and Tom Cox, along with co-executive producer Alejandro Alcoba. The series is produced by Brian Dennis. Lesley Grant is supervising producer. Paolo Barzman directed from a script written by Rebecca Boss & Chris Masi.

[setternine-a]

@shrapnelsong​​ white day gift for the best girl!! ♡

Spending the night with Alice and waking up beside her on White Day had been part of his original plan, but with the forthcoming trip to Europe after Valentine’s, Tobio barely even made it home on time. A short call to his manager and a shower later, he quickly left to fetch his fiancée’s gifts after he had already made its purchase through the phone. He arrives before the sun rises, silently pushing the buttons for her apartment’s password and leaving her box of chocolates underneath a small, neatly decorated bouquet by the table.

It seems almost cruel to wake her from such a peaceful slumber, a feeling which leaves him dazed for a few torturous minutes after entering her room and sitting by the edge of her bed. “ You’re so beautiful. ” He whispers to himself, fingers idly playing with the hem of her nightgown. They’ve slept in the same bed and shared the truth of their love and desire for one another through long, countless nights, and yet not a day goes by without the exact same feeling of amazement washing over Tobio whenever his eyes land upon his beloved. 

Restraint eventually weakens the more he admires her figure, a noticeable flush to his face spreading warmth within his body and a growing turmoil inside his rib cage. Carefully, he leans in, lips trailing soft kisses up her thigh in delicate movements until both hands push himself up to find her face and press a gentle peck to her cheek. “ Ah, shit. I didn’t want to risk waking you up but I can’t help it... ” Though going a few weeks without the love of his life certainly did its number, Tobio would probably have a hard time with that even if they had seen each other the day before anyway. 

He sighs, softspoken still, forehead resting against the spot he last kissed. “ I love you so much... ” A declaration so rare but so true — Tobio absolutely cannot wait to marry her. “ Happy White Day, baby. ”

[wooflesthatwoof]

@twc-thoughts-you-didnt-ask-for tysm for the tag!!

i couldn’t decide which one i wanted to do, so uh,,, here’s the three detectives i’ve played up to book three wldjaldj, and here’s the picrew!

i’m not gonna tag anyone specifically, but this picrew is adorable so if you’d like to do it consider yourself tagged by me