#beau adler

[georgiapeach30513]

could you tell us how Beau and Bunny told their parents that they were doing to have a baby?

Beau and Bunny, and they're baby bunny 🥺 I did also say that Birdie Mae was not the daddies and LP's first grandbaby, even though Beau and Bunny were together the longest. Those two really did enjoy just being a couple for ten years. And Beau is a saver. He wanted to make sure they didn't get in a bind by having kids, and wanted the cabin completely finished.

🖤🖤🖤🖤

Little Chickadee

Summary: Beau and Arleigh are finally pregnant

Pairings: Beau X Arleigh

Rating: mild

Warnings:  language, PIV sex, unprotected sex, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.2K

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Beau watches as his wife rides over top of him. Every morning, she wakes him with a smile, and a good morning dick ride. Her always being the first one awake, and if his cock is hard, she is riding on top of him.

His hands smooth all over her body as he watches her. Throwing the need for safe sex out the window months ago. Deciding after a decade together it was time. Time for them to make a baby. And he hopes he gets a little ray of sunshine just like his Bunny.

Even when she’s doing something so nasty, it looks perfectly innocent. Perfectly pure and full of love. Beau figured it’s about time to let his wife know that she was getting fuller in her tits. Even when her body goes from bouncing on him to a slow grind, he sees the tiny little swell of her stomach. And he can’t get enough of his tiny Bunny.

The typical just nipple tits that now have enough for him to bite, and even her skin was absolutely radiant. He gives her belly a soft rub, and she lets out a choked sigh. “Bun?”

“You see it too, huh?”

“Arleigh,” he whispers. She all but stops and Beau, flips the two of them around, and he cages her. Petting around her face, he starts peppering kisses all over her. Trying to count her freckles with his lips. “This is what we wanted.”

“I know…but I…it’s always been just us. And now we’re bringing in someone new, and everything is gonna change.”

“You are getting in your head, mama,” Arleigh laughs, despite her tears. “It’s time. We wanted kids. And it’s time, whether we want it or not. Which we do. We’ve planned this,” his hand moves gently up and down her neck soothing her, and she nods.

“Now we’ve just got to tell our parents.”

“My parents are going to be ecstatic. Mom keeps asking me when your little self is gonna be pregnant. Dad wants a baby so bad. Your parents? I think I’m gonna be sick that day.”

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“You know,” Beau starts staring at his in laws house. “We can just wait until the baby is born, and then tell them.”

Arleigh gives her husband a playful smack, and giggles. Her nose scrunching up with laughter, and he can’t help but to capture her lips with his. “It won’t be that bad.”

“I still try to pretend that we don’t have sex. They have all seen us. And I…why did we need so many windows and no curtains? That…my sweet Bunny, was not smart. I’ve almost died from your dad like five hundred times.”

“Oh, hush,” Arleigh opens the door, and waits on Beau. Grabbing each other’s

hands she almost skips to the house, even if Beau is still nervous.

Throughout dinner you were constantly looking at her. That was your youngest baby, and you had her memorized. You also knew they were actively trying to have a baby. A girl as tiny as Arleigh, you saw every change. And the biggest change was her boobs, because she actually had some.

Her body always draped in something flowy, gave nothing away on her stomach, but her need to not wear a bra, showed everything. And even the fact she had more than just nipples.

Even Ari gave you a knowing glance. And it also was blatantly obvious when they wanted dinner alone. But it was your other daddy that surprised you. Putting his fork down he leans over the table looking between Beau and Arleigh, “Go ahead and spit it out.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Arleigh smiles at one of her biggest supporters.

“The hell you don’t. Beau can’t quit smiling and looking at you, and normally he’s side eyeing me. You haven’t stopped touching him. So, tell me my sweet daughter…did you get another animal.”

“Daddy,” you groan looking at him. “Seriously?”

“I’m just saying, they can tell us right away they got chickens, ducks, and goats, but heaven forbid they tell us that they’re finally having a baby,” Arleigh gives Beau a quick look before looking back at her dad. “That is what you’re doing right?”

She nods smiling so big looking at him. “You two have been together forever, I’m surprised it didn’t happen sooner, considering he can’t keep his hands off of you.”

“Dad!” Arleigh whines, Ari gives the two of them the biggest smile, but Curtis gets up to give his baby Bunny a kiss to the top of her head.

“Sweetheart, you two are going to be the best parents. And you’re going to love that sweet little thing that you’ve got growing in your nest. I’m proud of you, both of you.”

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Telling Beau’s parents was a completely different beast. The two of them had practically begged for a baby for years. Both of them talking with Beau and Arleigh separate and together.

So when they had invited Beau’s parents for a day at the farm, just showing them the new additions, Frank was no dummy. He could watch his son’s face and how he struggled to be away from Arleigh. How his hands were always resting on her stomach, and even the few times he gives it a little squish with his hand.

But watching his wife try and figure it out, was the highlight of his day. His wife loved kids, adored them, and he had apologized daily that they didn’t have more kids, especially since Beau made them wait so long for grandchildren.

So when it took Beau obnoxiously rubbing over Arleigh’s belly, trying to round out the growing bump as much as possible, and his mom still didn’t notice, Frank had to chuckle. Beau even kept saying baby over and over again, and she still didn’t get it.

“Mom, you see that window right there?” he points at the window closest to their own room, and she nods. “I’m thinking that we’re going to turn that room into a baby’s room.”

“Well, you better knock Bunny up then. It’s about damn time. I have been waiting,” Beau holds Arleigh’s belly over her dress, and his mom finally sees that tiny little bump. “No. No, baby, you…is there…we’re gonna be grandparents.”

“You already were. Iris has given you…”

“But that…that will really be mine,” Frank’s green blue eyes look at his wife, when he realizes exactly how much this means to her. His arms wrap around her tightly and he gives Beau the biggest smile.

“There’s a real baby in there?”

“Yeah,” Arleigh steps closer, “you wanna feel it?”

“Oh,” her hand drifts over on the belly and she remembers when she was the one telling Frank that she was expecting Beau. Her beautiful, handsome boy that she was so proud of. “Do you know what it is?”

“A human,” Arleigh giggles. “We’ll find out on delivery day. And the little chickadee is healthy, and moving.”

Sugarplum wipes her steady flowing tears, before smiling at her son and Arleigh, “Oh this thing is going to be so cute and beautiful. If you need a babysitter, Pummy can do it. Or if you just need food, I’m here. It’s about time. I thought I was gonna die before you ever gave me babies.”

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BECAUSE BENNY AND CHELSEA!

(I’ve had this in the drafts so…I thought why not put it out there. It’s a short mini fic)

Gloria belongs to @twyz

It was a late afternoon, autumn leaves beginning to settle, a few crunching beneath two sets of kids feet. The set belonging to none other that the youngest Ray, Chelsea and her best friend Benny Adler. He was a bit nervous since Chelsea had invited him over to her house to work on a school project. He had been there once and had met her parents and the twins. Both seemed good and jolly…well Tiffany and Glen did, Chucky and Glenda had been yelling at each other arguing if water was wet or not, but there was one sibling he had yet to meet, Chelsea’s older sister Gloria. Gloria seemed nice from what he heard or more so interpreted from sign, from Chelsea. He hadn’t got to meet her since Gloria was volunteering at the schools Gardening Club after school.

The two entered the Ray house hold it was calm for once, Chucky sitting reading the novel Frankenstein sipping a warm cup of joe as his eyes traveled across the page.

“Oh hey kids. Welcome back Ben”

Benny stared for a moment reading the man’s lips before realizing he could simply flick his hearing aids on.

“H-Hi Mr. Ray…Nice seeing you again”

“Likewise kid”

“Pa we’ll be upstairs working”

Chucky’s eyes fell right back to his book, not really paying any mind to his surroundings.

“Alright Sweetheart have fun”

The two kids scurried off upstairs to Chelsea’s room. The room was neat, the walls painted a light periwinkle with one stuffed bear sitting upright on her bed.

Benny searched aimlessly for the paints until he grew bored of digging through Chelsea art bag. Lifting his two hands he signed to her.

“Hey Chelsea where are the paints?”

Chelsea couldn’t help but Chuckle at her own negligence.

“Sorry Benny! I left them in Gloria’s room. Could you go grab them please? Her rooms right across from mine”

The youngin simple froze, his feet let cement, he was terrified of entering new places especially that of someone he has never met. He tried to deny her ask but Chelsea had already been off drawing out the foundation…Now he couldn’t say no. Inhaling a great amount of air he pressed forward quickly exhaling, he gave a soft knock, waited for a moment and entered since he couldn’t hear if there was a given response. The room had been covered with paints and plant life, an art easel at the side of the room right by the window next to a large wooden desk where paintings had been drying off. He took a set closer noticing opened paint tubes and a canvas having a familiar looking canine painted on it.

Benny grinned at the sight of a fluffy Beau belly up taking a sun bath on Gloria’s carpet enjoying the warmth and comfort with his slobbery tongue hanging from his mouth. The young boy jolted feeing a light tapping on his shoulder, he flinched falling backward on his rear.

“Oh sorry!”

He took a moment to recollect himself seeing a fair skinned, lightly freckled girl, with hair similar to Chelsea’s only longer and lighter with a light blonde hue at the end. The boy could only reply with the sign “sorry” continuously before finding his voice.

“I—Its o—okay…s—sorry…I—I’m B—Benny”

The quickly jumped to his feet extending his left hand. It hadn’t crossed his mind that Gloria was most likely Right-handed unlike him and Chelsea. Much it his relief she gently too his hand she shook it.

“Gloria and you’re Chelsea’s friend. She’s told me a lot about you”

The youngster could only blush at her response. The mere thought that Chelsea talks about him to her sister, someone who she trusts with his life was baffling.

“Don’t worry all good things”

The whole commotion and conversation had awoken the snoozing wolf-dog, he stood shaking off his fluffy body sending fur flying everywhere and making a loud exit downstairs.

“Damnit Beau I just dusted, so what being you in here?”

“Um well…C-Chelsea a-and I are d-doing a p-project a-and we need paint….so-“

“Oh right! Here! She left her kit in my room yesterday” she gleefully responded hoisting the peck into his arms.

“T—Thank you a—and nice meeting you”

Gloria could only grin at his shy demeanor.

“Likewise”

#Benny Adler #Gloria Ray #Chelsea Ray #Chucky #Beau Ray

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[hallmark-movie-fanatics]

WHEN CASH WAKES UP BEHIND BARS, WILL HE BE OUT IN TIME TO COMPETE? IT’S A RACE TO SAVE THE RANCH IN THE SHOCKING SEASON FINALE OF ‘RIDE’ PREMIERING MAY 28, ON HALLMARK CHANNEL

STUDIO CITY, CA – May 22, 2023 – Cash’s (Beau Mirchoff, “Good Trouble”) day to compete at Cheyenne has arrived, only first he must get out of jail in “Andalusians,” this week’s episode of “Ride” premiering Sunday, May 28 (9 p.m. ET/PT), on Hallmark Channel. Nancy Travis (“Last Man Standing”), Tiera Skovbye (“Riverdale”), Mirchoff, Sara Garcia (“The Flash”), Jake Foy (“Designated Survivor”) and Tyler Jacob Moore (“Shameless”) star.

It's the morning of Cheyenne! Winning the competition could lead to Cash securing the Frontier sponsorship and finally solving the ranch’s growing financial problems. Unfortunately, an altercation with Tucker Clarke (Roger LeBlanc, “Joe Pickett”) has landed Cash in jail. Still reeling from the secrets surrounding the night of Austin’s death and his own guilt, Cash is eager to get out of his cell and into the ring – renewing Isabel (Travis) and Missy’s (Skovbye) fears of history repeating itself. It’s a race against time to save the ranch until one of the McMurrays receives shocking news that could tear the family apart for good.

“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. Alejandro Alcoba is executive producer. The series is produced by Brian Dennis. Lesley Grant is supervising producer. Paolo Barzman directed from a script by Boss & Masi.

#ride #s1 e10 andalusians #hallmark channel #press release #hallmark original series #season 1

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List of Characters

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SUICIDE SQUAD: KILL THE JUSTICE LEAGUE

Please only ask for:

Captain Boomerang

Harley Quinn

Evil Flash

Wonder Woman

Please only ask for (platonically):

King Shark

Deadshot

Little Ivy

ᨏᨐᨓ •°✮°• ᨓᨐᨏ

RED DEAD REDEMPTION TWO:

Please mainly only ask for:

Arthur Morgan

John Marston

Micah Bell

Kieran Duffy

Sean Macguire

Javier Escualla

Sadie Adler

Mary Beth

Please do NOT ask for:

Uncle 😪

Mary Linton (I don't wanna hear it, yall)

Leopold Strauss

Pearson

Colm O'Driscoll or any of the O'Driscolls

The Pinkertons.

Braithwaites or Grays (with the exception of Beau and Penelope)

Angelo Bronte 🤢🤢🤢🤢

ᨏᨐᨓ •°✮°• ᨓᨐᨏ

ZNATION:

Please ask for:

10k

Addison Carver

Alvin Murphy

Cassandra

Mack Thompson

Javier Vasquez

Please only ask for these characters platonically:

Steven 'Doc' Beck

Lt. Roberta Warren

Citizen Z

Charles Garnett

Lucy Murphy

Nature Boy

Lilly 'Sarge' Madison

#red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #z nation #znationxreader #10kxreader #arthur morgan x reader

[oceanmusings]

Original Character Masterlist - Fandoms

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Percy Jackson

Arely Wesseck | form

Fc - Natalia Dyer | Love Interest - Percy Jackson

᠃ ⚘᠂ ⚘ ˚ ⚘ ᠂ ⚘ ᠃

Marvel

MCU! Charlotte "Charlie" D'Angelo | form

Fc - Vanessa Marano | Love Interest - Michelle "MJ" Jones or Peter Parker

TASM! Charlotte "Lottie" D'Angelo | WIP

Fc - Emmy Rossum | Love Interest - Peter Parker or Michael "MJ" Jones

᠃ ⚘᠂ ⚘ ˚ ⚘ ᠂ ⚘ ᠃

Harry Potter

Anna Diggory | form

Fc - Liza Weil | Love Interest - George Weasley

Karina Carter | WIP

Fc - Zendaya | Love Interest - Ginny Weasley, Harry Potter

Athena Owens | WIP

Fc - Jenny Walser | Love Interest - Fluer Delacour

Marauders

Ava-Rose Wyatt | form

Fc - Holland Roden | Love Interest - James Potter

Devyn Edwards | WIP

Fc - Eliza Scanlen | Love Interest - Remus Lupin

Reese Sudsworth | WIP

Fc - Joseph Quinn | Love Interest - Sirius Black

᠃ ⚘᠂ ⚘ ˚ ⚘ ᠂ ⚘ ᠃

The Walking Dead

Jennifer "JD" Moore | form

Fc - Jodie Comer | Love Interest - Daryl Dixon or Michonne Hawthorne

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Teen Wolf

Adam Dorian | WIP

Fc - Milo Ventimiglia | Love Interest - Allison Argent

Avery Primula | WIP

Fc - Sarah Ramos | Love Interest - Lydia Martin

Amelia "Amy" Primula | WIP

Fc - Mae Whitman | Love Interest - Isaac Lahey

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Red Dead Redemption

Emmaline Nielson | form

Fc - Jessica Brown Findlay | Love Interest - Arthur Morgan

Delilah Matthews | WIP

Fc - Rosamund Pike | Love Interest - Sadie Adler

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Stranger Things

Daisy Hopper | form

Fc - Florence Pugh | Love Interest - Robin Buckley

Paige Evans | WIP

Fc - Kate Hudson | Love Interest - Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Richie Campbell (oc)

Francis Levin | WIP

Fc - Aidan Gallagher | Love Interest - Will Byers

Viviane "Viv" Owens | WIP

Fc - Talia Ryder | Love Interest - Robin Buckley

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Criminal Minds

Arwen Valentine | form

Fc - Imogen Poots | Love Interest - Spencer Reid

Michaela " Mika" Briggs | WIP

Fc - Tatiana Maslany | Love Interest - Emily Prentiss

Dana Hart | WIP

Fc - Deborah Ann Woll | Love Interest - All

(unnamed) Perkins | WIP

Fc - Ashley Johnson | Love Interest - Emily Prentiss

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Switched at Birth

Adalia Parker | WIP

Fc - Holly Marie Combs | Love Interest - Kathryn Kennish

Cora Shepard | WIP

Fc - Haylay Williams | Love Interest - Tobey Kennish

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Supernatural

Lenore "Lori" Holt | form

Fc - Krysten Ritter | Love Interest - Dean Winchester or Charlie Bradbury

Virginia "Gigi" Rivers | WIP

Fc - Alyssa Milano | Love Interest - Castiel or Sam Winchester

Beau Rivers | WIP

Fc - Colin O'Donoghue | Love Interest - Bela Talbot

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Stalking Jack The Ripper Series

Morgan Nielson | WIP

Fc - Darci Shaw | Love Interest - Audrey Rose Wadsworth

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The Grishaverse

Stafford Lantsov | WIP

Fc - Harrison Osterfield | Love Interest - Genya Safin

Elisa Volkov | WIP

Fc - Mathilde Ollivier | Love Interest - Nikolai Lantsov

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Baldurs Gate 3

Prisma Daerel | WIP

Fc - drawing/game character | Love Interest - Shadowheart or Gale

[loccokiddo]

Când or zbura porcii

Redau cu un aer de superioritate ca Adler, îmi pare tare rău că n-am chitanță socială, Ce îmi amintește că dumnezeul bursei contestă stomacul, mă doare special la Alfred Hitchcock, Nu încap în DSM-5, fac BDSM cu navigația sănătății, nu beau Săniuța că mă dau cu picioarele de asfalt, Am sfidat logica pe contract de muncă, e atât de greu să fii alb în oglindă, nu am sutană neagră pe cobalt. Jeux…

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What do you think of the missions for Beau and Penelope?

So if I remember right, this was an optional mission strand, and much like Rains Fall and Calderon’s later, something that initially could come across as just another Stranger for Arthur to help actually becomes very vulnerably illustrative of his inner self.  (Even if he isn’t making verbal confessions of things in this one like those other two.) The Penelope and Beau missions emotionally revolve around Arthur’s own confused, blighted romance with Mary Linton.  Forbidden “Romeo and Juliet” romance?  Check.  Opposite sides of some kind of social fence?  Check.  Overbearing, controlling, and disapproving families?  Check.  Longing to escape but fear of doing so?  Check.  The vibes and driving factors are so similar it’s pretty obvious that R* intended to evoke that aspect of Arthur’s life with these missions.  The fact he has no other in-game romance, and even his closest friendships don’t have this same vibe, makes it an even easier correlation to pick up on. We already know by the first mission point in Chapter 3 that Arthur had a youthful romance that didn’t work out, that he and Mary still feel some pull even fifteenish years later, that it’s still acutely painful for him, and that his “not measuring up” and family disapproval played a big part in it.  Then we get Beau and Penelope for a while, and then in Chapter 4, we get more of Arthur and Mary and find out more context there.  And Mary asks him to run away with her.  He’s tempted, but he declines.  Because there are people who still need him.  He can’t just leave.   Then in Chapter 6 we get the end of Beau and Penelope’s story.  They run away together to Boston, presumably to their happily-ever-after, and Arthur helps make it happen.  And I feel like as he watches them leave, he’s hoping that their love survives and they have a better ending than him and Mary.  Because he knows, even before that letter arrives, that they have no future.  Even without the TB, I think he’d know it by now.  He knows they could never run away together and have it work out, though you can’t just stop feelings on a dime so it still breaks his heart when she writes him to finally say that they can’t do this anymore, that it’s bad for both of them (and she’s right, and you can tell it’s breaking her heart to write that letter). Beau and Penelope do have a few things that are different from Arthur and Mary that mean they have a happy ending.  For one, they very clearly admire each other.  They praise each other as people openly to Arthur, and in ways that seem to prove true when we actually meet the other person.  That’s very much opposed to Mary and Arthur’s bickering and uncertainty and resentment of “You’re a snob who condescends to me”/”You just seem to revel in doing the wrong thing”.  Because admiration and even being in love isn’t enough.  You have to like and respect someone, to truly know them rather than a perfect image you’ve made of them, and trust them.  And both sides have to do so.  There has to be equality.  There can’t be one person who practically worships the other and one who sort of looks down on the other, or both people feeling an attraction but disliking each other as people so that there’s that conflict between that idealized romantic fantasy and the reality. And Arthur has a problem there, because we see with multiple people that he’s prone to idealize and put some people on a pedestal and think he’s not good enough for them, or else having to step up and be the reliable "big brother”/leader/mentor half of the equation.  It’s very, very notable that he doesn’t readily relate to people as equals.  It’s typically either a matter of how he needs to step up to protect and guide them, or else how he’s hopelessly too much beneath the image he has of them.    That’s part of why I really love R*’s writing on his friendship with Sadie, because that equality of seeing each other as flawed but fundamentally good is there, so he can have the humor and vulnerability and trust that he can’t with Mary and others, and he can accept Sadie’s praise of him as a good person like he can’t from others because he knows she truly knows him.  It’s a pretty glaring contrast in personality fit and that ability to be seen and be vulnerable that he’s laughing and joking with Sadie within thirty seconds of leaving camp as opposed to Mary criticizing with his dry sense of humor, or else being either super-serious-in-charge or put-you-in-your-place-snarky as he is with other people in the gang.  And it really makes you wish that he had that partnership and comfortable ease with more people, because he needs it.  It feels like he’s pretty much there with Javier pre-Guarma, which probably feeds into his Chapter 6 conflict with Javier.  Seeing someone he trusted that much wandering into Micah’s group has to hurt, and ergo the kind of angry, lousy comment about how they should have left Javier on Guarma.  He expected better from Javier, because if he’s seeing the truth about Dutch now, why doesn’t the equally loyal (but probably a little bit of “a better man than me” sentiment there) Javier?  He doesn’t see that his few solid allies at the time have much easier choices than Javier: John sees Dutch having left him to hang among other things and very reasonably doesn’t trust him, and Sadie and Charles both have a much easier decision because as relative newbies to the gang and being there out of pragmatic “I don’t have anywhere else to go so this will do for now” rather than being fanatically loyal to Dutch, they can walk away.  And Charles actually does that, quite rightly, by peacing out before the end to go with the Wapiti and be with a community we see he truly loves and belongs to, and bidding farewell to a whole bunch of bullshit that frankly isn’t his to handle.  Even if the Epilogue tries to walk that self-assertion back pretty hard, unfortunately.  The other big difference is that Beau and Penelope have absolutely nobody in their horrible families they care about anymore.  Thus they can easily leave them behind to run away together.  Mary may suggest running away on impulse, but we know she’s fiercely protective of her little brother Jamie.  From their very disparate ages (late teens/early twenties and early thirties), it’s quite likely that Mary was both sister and mother to him.  I doubt she could easily leave him to the bullying of their father, and especially after knowing how naive and vulnerable he is after the Chelonians.  Arthur, of course, has many people he loves and desperately wants to protect and get to safety.  Even by that point in Chapter 4, he may be seeing Dutch more clearly and starting to put a little distance there, but he can’t abandon the rest of his family. They may talk about running away together briefly, but like much of their relationship, it’s a romantic fantasy that can’t stand up to the reality of each other and their lives, and they both know it. And so Beau and Penelope also serve to show us, and Arthur, that it’s not a forbidden romance that’s the issue with him and Mary.  Those can work out, because this one does.  He can’t use the excuse that it’s them against the world any longer, try to apply Dutch’s, “It’s not my fault, it’s society” logic.  Which means he has to take a good look at himself and that relationship and admit that it can’t work because of who they are as people, and because of the people that they love and still need to protect.  At the end of the day, there’s just not enough there that’s true reality rather than delirious fantasy for them to possibly sacrifice almost everything to be together.  They couldn’t do it when they were kids, and they can’t do it now.  And that’s not wrong of either of them.

#arthur morgan #mary linton #penelope braithwaite #beau grey #sadie adler #javier escuella #charles smith #rdr2 #thank you for coming to my red talk #Anonymous

[sapphohod]

story summary: After her mother’s death at sixteen, Rosalind was taken in by family friends Sadie and Jake Adler. Two years later, Rosalind comes for a visit and discovers their cabin burned to the ground. When she finds Sadie has joined a gang to seek revenge, Rosalind reluctantly follows suit. The last thing she expected to get was a family, and for them to change her life forever.

A retelling of RDR2’s story with my OC Rosalind and some other canon divergence.

pairing(s): Arthur Morgan & Female OC, Sadie Adler & Female OC, Mary-Beth Gaskill x Female OC

rating: teen+

Chapter 10: The Course of True Love and Truer Women

words: 4.3+ k

warnings: none

chapter summary: Rosalind and Arthur help guide the course of true love.

a/n: none

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#rdr2 #rdr2 fanfic #my writing #arthur morgan #sadie adler #john marston #dutch van der linde #penelope braithwaite #beau gray #the course of true love #red dead redemption #red dead redemption 2 #butm update #oc: rosalind cohen #sid writes

[georgiapeach30513]

we saw how sweet Bunny is an amazing girl mom to an even sweeter Birdie Mae.. but how is She as a boy mom? could you plz write something with her and her boys whenever you feel inspired enough?.

Oh!! Bunny in general is such a sweet, kind soul. She's literally airy. So calm, so caring, understanding, patient, loving, like all good qualities. And when she had her boys 🥺 all she wanted was a mini Beau, because they got their mini sunshine princess with Birdie Mae. And let me tell you, she got that with Arlo Adler. He is very much his father, but he has his mom's sweet soul. Arlo is all boy, but his best friend is an ice princess named Iclynn Blade Baizen, Beau loves that.

Briar on the other hand is just like Curtis, but that Arleigh sweetness still remains. And those kids are ALWAYS outside. They have so much to do outside, and they're surrounded by such neutral parents. (Briar will be their wildest child. He'll give you sourpatch vibes, because he'll do something he shouldn't do, and then be super sweet!)

Why don't we look at a sweet moment of them becoming a family of four for now...

🖤🖤🖤🖤

Little Ari

Summary: Arlo Everett Adler

Pairings: Arleigh X Arlo

Rating: 🥹🥹

Warnings:  naked Arlo, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 850

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Arleigh could not wait to get pregnant again. Her angelic, Birdie Mae, was beyond perfect to her. But Arleigh wanted a mini Beau. Wanted a little boy to follow his daddy around, get muddy and dirty, wanted Beau to have a little buddy that was his.

Zephyr and Thorne always went to a job site with them. And while Arleigh knew he adored Zephyr, and looked forward to when school would be out, because it meant that boy with overalls and boots would be hanging around. And she wanted her own overall and booted boy!

Making the decision to get pregnant was easy, finding out she was pregnant was exciting, and she was hoping for a boy. Even watching her smallest love with her little bump was a joy. Birdie Mae would sit in Arleigh’s lap, Remy right beside them, while her hands pet over the belly. The sweetest made up lullabies or she would read one of her books to the bump.

She could tell Birdie Mae was very curious about the process, asking why her mom didn’t lay an egg, or where she was going to be when her mom was pushing the baby out. Birdie wanted to know everything she could.

When they found out she was having a boy, Beau just held her while she cried her happy tears. She immediately knew he was going to be named in some way after her dads. When Beau was the one that suggested Arlo, Arleigh just beamed up at him.

“It’s his own little name, but sounds like Arleigh and Ari.”

“B,” she looks up at him shocked at such a sweet sentiment.

“You know, Curtis’ last name is an actual boy’s name? I like Arlo Everett Adler.”

“B,” she pouts, pushing her forehead up against Beau’s chest. “You…you stop that right now.”

“Well, I figured if he’s going to be my buddy, and he gets the Adler last name for life, it seems fair that the woman who’s growing him in her belly, gets to have her family be apart of his nam . He could be Little Ari. LA.”

“Stop that. I am extra hormonal, and I have all the happy tears. Birdie Mae, let’s go paint bubba’s room before daddy makes mommy complete mush.”

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Arleigh sits in her birthing room, just petting calmly over Arlo. Her heart filled with so much love and contentment at becoming a family of four. Beau passed out with Birdie Mae on his chest, and her sweet boy nursing.

Birdie Mae had been such a tiny and dainty thing. Arlo was already shaping up to be a big boy, but still such a calm baby. Relaxed just laying on his mama. “You look like your daddy,” she whispers down to the little boy. “So that means I’m a witchy woman that can make things happen.”

Arlo’s little squeaks and sweet groans make her heart burst with all the love for her family.

Her fingers paint all over his skin, admiring hers and Beau’s work, “My babies are my favorite work of art. And you Mister Arlo Everett Adler…oh,” she quietly squeals when a bit of gas makes him smile, showing off two little dimples. “Surprises everywhere.”

She lifts up that bundle and peppers kisses and nose rubs all over him. “You have that baby smell. I didn’t realize how much I missed that. One day you’re going to smell like dirt and sunshine, just…don’t grow as fast as your sister.”

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“Arlo! No!” the little boy runs past his mom wearing one of his dad’s old baseball caps, as it flops on his head, boots, and nothing else. “Arlo Everett! You stop right now,” Arleigh screams chasing after the toddler that giggles.

“You can’t run around naked all day,” she stops when he stands there, belly out, peeing. “When you’re done, you put clothes on. Someone will see you.”

“Bird no get my worm?” he looks back at his mama with a smirk. Doing his ‘done peeing’ dance he turns around, stomping his booted feet back to the house.

“My have clothes, see.”

“Boots and a hat are not clothes. That’s shoes and an accessory.”

He covers himself when a bird flies past, and walks a bit faster. “Why do you think a bird is going to take your…”

“Worm. Boppy said if my don’t cover it, a bird will get my worm.”

“At least put on some underwear. Birdie Mae will be home soon, and she doesn’t need to see that.”

Arlo stops in his tracks and spins to look at his mom, “My be nakie when Birdie not here?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“My not like clothes, dough. My like boots.”

“Go put you some underwear on. You’re acting just like Boppy. You really are a little Ari.”

Arlo smiles up at his mom with a dimpled smile and giggles, “My like Boppy. My little Boppy.”

“Arlo, underwear.”

“My going,” he answers stomping away. Arleigh can’t help but sigh, making a mental note to tell her daddy that Arlo is a mixture of him and Owin. Hating clothes and never wanting to wear them.

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#desperate lives #desperate lives au #desperate verse #da au #dau #da au request #arleigh adler #beau adler #beau adler x arleigh adler #birdie mae adler #arlo adler

[heleneplays]

honestly the only characters i can ship helene with aren't from the cursed vaults OR quidditch crew

#not to be a mess but the main crew doesnt spark joy anymore #rowan and chiara are still baby tho #the rest are on their own #anyways aurélie dumont and alanza alvez are her new beaus and thats v good of us #personal.txt #about the character #hphm #hogwarts mystery #hphm mc #helene adler #helene adler hphm #aurélie dumont #aurélene #aurélie x mc #helanza #alanza x mc #aurélenza #aurélene x helene x alanza #alanza alves

[silverlake-gossip]

Residents as friends characters

Rachel — Aspen ( @theaspenbarris )

Monica — Mackenzie ( @mackyeccleston )

Phoebe —  Emilia ( @emiliasmr )

Chandler — Matt, Charlie ( @mattrusso  @charlie-weber )

Joey — Jimmy, Jude ( @jimmy-fischer @judenolans )

Ross — Beau ( @globobeau )

Janice — Isadora ( @isadoraxmelendrez )

#residents as #aspen barris #mackenzie eccleston #emilia sinagra adler #matt russo #charlie weber #jimmy fischer #jude nolan #beau hansen #isadora melendrez

[myriaed]

Mobile Muse List.

CANON CHARACTERS

JACKSON KENNER — ( The Originals )

CLAYTON DANVERS — ( Bitten )

NOAH FLYNN — ( The Kissing Booth )

DEREK HALE — ( Teen Wolf )

FRANK ADLER — ( Gifted (2017) )

ELIJAH MIKAELSON — ( The Originals )

JAX TELLER — ( sons of anarchy )

HÊLÊL / HAEL MATTINO — ( supernatural )

ORIGINAL CHARACTERS

AUSTYN LANE

JOHNNY GIORDANO

KAI HUDSON

BEAU HUDSON

CHEYENNE DUPONT

ABEL RIGGINS

SIMON COHEN — ( info )

OLIVER PORTER

EMBER FREEMAN

KYLE SCOTT

CELIA SANTOS

full muse page with stats can be found here >>> MUSE PAGE.

#mobile muse list

[hallmark-movie-fanatics]

NEWLY EXPOSED SECRETS PUSH CASH TO THE EDGE IN AN ALL-NEW EPISODE OF ‘RIDE’ PREMIERING MAY 21, ON HALLMARK CHANNEL

STUDIO CITY, CA – May 15, 2023 – Family secrets come to light and push Cash (Beau Mirchoff, “Good Trouble”) to the edge in “Truths Laid Bare” this week’s all-new episode of “Ride” premiering Sunday, May 21 (9 p.m. ET/PT), on Hallmark Channel. Nancy Travis (“Last Man Standing”), Tiera Skovbye (“Riverdale”), Mirchoff, Sara Garcia (“The Flash”) and Jake Foy (“Designated Survivor”) star.

The McMurrays face the fallout of the Booker wedding fiasco. After being cornered by Grace Booker (Barb Mitchell, The Curse of Audrey Earnshaw) at the wedding, Valeria (Garcia) finally opens up to Isabel (Travis) and the family about the circumstances that brought her to the ranch as a teenager years ago, but there may be more to the story. Though the bride cancelled the wedding, the Bookers refuse to pay up and place the blame squarely on Missy’s (Skovbye) shoulders. Missy, feeling responsible and sad about her estrangement from Gus, turns to Tucker Clarke (Roger LeBlanc, “Joe Pickett”) for money. While at the pawn shop, she uncovers another secret that someone in the family has been hiding. Cash considers his last message from Austin (Marcus Rosner, “Arrrow”) and wonders what he could have done differently. When secrets surrounding Austin’s death come to light, a spiraling Cash is pushed to the edge and decides to take matters into his own fists.

“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. Mark Haroun and Alejandro Alcoba are co-executive producers. The series is produced by Brian Dennis. Lesley Grant is supervising producer. Paolo Barzman directed from a script by Sherri Cooper and Alexandra Zarowny.

#ride #s1 e9 truths laid bare #hallmark channel #press release #hallmark original series #season 1

[andresylupin]

Alright i was tagged by @yahtomingan (more or less ages ago) to list my 10 favourite female characters from 10 different fandoms, let’s do this !

In no particular order:

Mary Crawley, from Downton Abbey

Alice Avril, from Les Petits Meurtres d’Agatha Christie

Granny Weatherwax, from Discworld

Kiki, from Kiki’s Delivery Service

Judith, from Le Visiteur du Futur

Faye Valentine, from Cowboy Bebop

Prudence “Tuppence” Beresford, created by Agatha Christie

Donna Noble, from Doctor Who (also Martha, sorry that’s one more but I’d feel very guilty if I didn’t include her)

Leia Organa, from Star Wars

Guenièvre from Kaamelott

Thank you pal, that was fun :D

I tag @stopaskingmetowearthatwig @tortue-souris @hurlumerlu @little-water-lily @i-wish-i-was-a-film-director and whoever who wants to do it! Knock yourself out!

#answered #bon n'empêche que le constat c'est que 90% (à la louche) de mes persos préférés sont masculins #:/ #shout out to irene adler tho: one day someone will do her justice #aussi j'ai revu princesse mononoke récemment #et lady eboshi est un très beau personnage avec une complexité qu'on oublie trop souvent #je l'aime bien #(et j'aime bien Mevanwi dans Kaamelott mais chuuut)

[horanghater]

Bullhonkey Bullrider

Summary: As a business owner in the late 19th century, your job description covers a lot of things. It absolutely does not include entertaining snake oil salesmen. For the right price though... ▸ Pairing: Seokjin x F!reader ▸ Rating / Genre / AU: 18+ / porn with plot, smut / western au ▸ Warnings: finger fucking (this is pretty tame actually), lots of rootin’ tootin’ swearing ▸ Word Count: 6k ▸ A/N: Had an urge to write this very specific characterization of Jin! Also, MC’s personality is  my love letter to Sadie Adler and Arthur Morgan. We love grouchy, yet capable friends! Shout out to Vera for being a fantastic beta and helping me remember how grammar works!!!! 10/10 muah <3 

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You can’t go one day without someone bursting into somewhere that you happen to be. The sound of your front door slamming against the cabin wall jolts you awake and you scramble to grab the pistol under your pillow, cocking it and aiming before you can rub the bleariness from your eyes. 

Today it’s Tilly, best friend and one of your (least favorite at this moment) barmaids, nearly tripping over her own skirt and raising her hands sheepishly when she hears that telltale click. “Sorry, it’s just me!”

You pause at her voice before lowering your gun, scowling. “Tilly, I don’t know what time it is, but I know I had a lock on my goddamn door before I went to bed last night.” The distant horizon is just barely illuminated, orange seeping into purple clouds, as you can see from your freshly opened entryway. It’d be a nice reminder of why you love this town so much if the drafty morning air wasn’t also hitting you full blast. 

Tilly takes a seat on one of your only two chairs, deciding that as long as she isn’t being shot at, she can withstand your cold glare. “I know, I picked the lock – I-I know, I know, I’m sorry! Just...I had some news that couldn’t wait.”

“News” for Tilly could be anything, but rarely is it good. She supplies her offering quickly - before your patience can run out: “I’m gettin’ married!” Or maybe that is the thing that runs it out, as she spies your trigger finger twitching. “For real this time!”

You inhale deeply, closing your eyes as you will your temper away. She broke into your home for this? “This couldn’t wait until the bar opens?”

“Nope!” she replies excitedly, shimmying in her seat once she knows she’s escaped your wrath again. “He’s on his way to California. We’re eloping tonight!” 

“Ya’ll can’t wait?” you ask dully, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed to let the cold floor under your toes wake you up fully. “I didn’t even know the train was comin’ through tonight.” At this, Tilly barely contains a squeal and can’t help drumming her feet against the floor. She leans in, “It’s not! We’re goin’ on horseback – he’s a cowboy, Y/N!” 

“Horseback?” you scoff. “I ain’t seen you ride a horse on your own, not once.”

“A real lady doesn’t ride,” Tilly declares, throwing her hair over her shoulder daintily. “They’re escorted.”

You eye her dubiously. “Escorted… You’re gonna hang onto this man the whole ride? For weeks?”

“Honey, I’m holdin’ on to my cowboy for life!” Tilly is a romanticist, falling in love with nearly every man that treats her with a sliver of decency. She’s “eloped” before, but always returned to your small town of Penshaw sooner or later when her beaus turn out to be outlaws or unsuccessful ranchers or perhaps this time around, fake cowboys. Still, she never seems to appear heartbroken. Instead, she waits for her next knight in rugged armor to appear and whisk her away. “I know what you’re thinking,” she tells you resolutely. “I’ll always come visit you, you know that. But I’m really going this time.”

Maybe you don’t know how long this will last, but you do know that you can’t stop her. “Send me a postcard or somethin’ when you get to California.”

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The only child of bootstrapping parents, you’d been raised in the saloon as your parents built it up and expanded it into the only inn for miles in the rural settlement of Penshaw. Between your mother’s enthralling social skills and your father’s natural business acumen, it became a well-loved monument-of-sorts that attracted the folk from nearby towns and flocks of transients headed toward bigger and better - to the cities. In your early 20s, your father was taken by scarlet fever. You and your mother only mourned him for a few years after that until tuberculosis claimed her, leaving you the sole heir and proprietor of the beloved establishment.

You’re not too lonely after their passing, thanks to your staff - made up of a handful of townsfolk. Most of them were raised in Penshaw alongside you, becoming your family by proximity. No one can fill the Tilly-shaped hole she leaves behind, though. She always made up for your somewhat gruff exterior, her amorous personality keeping patrons at the bar even after you’ve cussed them out for harassing the much-too-tolerant barmaid, Luna.

You’ve managed without Tilly before, but you have to stretch yourself impossibly thinner to do it. You’re not just breaking up fights and managing stock anymore. With Tilly gone, you have to spend even more time at the bar while juggling your responsibilities for the inn. Modern medicine seems to be coming a long way – at least you might die from overworking instead of the latest epidemic.

It’s been weeks since your friend left for her latest romantic pursuit. The sun is high and neither the inn or saloon are that busy just yet. For once, the commotion of your the day is outside. You and Luna are drying mugs at the bar when an unfamiliar voice calls out from the street.

“Come one, come all! Your humdrum days will come and go, but miracles and exotic wares are once in a lifetime! Seokjin the Connoisseur only visits one time and one time only! Don’t dally – you’ll be sure to regret it!”

The two of you exchange glances and Luna’s the first to guess, “‘Nother salesman?”

“Never heard of any connoisseurs comin’ through here…” Your voice is cautious, but curiosity is obviously getting the better of you with the way you crane your neck to try and see past the saloon doors from your position at the bar. Luna snatches the mug and rag from your hands with a familiar knowing grin that she saves for those she trusts. “Go on~” she singsongs when you look at her questioningly. “Before there’s a rush – go look.”  

In the street a modest crowd has gathered around a pair, near the back of a small horse-drawn wagon. In the middle stands a pretty brunette woman and to her right, a tall man with pinkish-honey colored hair (is that a city-folk thing?). They’re a spectacle, not at all like the typical fairs and merchants that pass through. 

As you approach, you get a better look at both of them and see the obvious draw: the woman is petite with chocolate wavy hair that dusts her shoulders. Lively chocolate eyes are complemented by the nearly incandescent pink blouse tucked into her long, black skirt. It’s mostly men that have gathered near her, content to let her give her pitch as long as they can keep ogling. 

Her companion, you’re now realizing, is actually much taller by comparison. He’s foregone a jacket entirely, instead opting to leave the top few buttons of his white shirt unbuttoned to expose olive skin and a bolo tie. Your gaze just keeps going up to take in his broad shoulders, ample lips, and face framed by those blondish locks, with wide  perceptive eyes boring straight into yours. 

The man has most certainly caught you gawking, but spares you the embarrassment by drawing attention back to himself, pulling an endless string of paper hearts from his back pocket to give to one of the female onlookers that have flocked to his side. When you join the pack yourself, those eyes are right back on you and he produces a prairie poppy from seemingly out of nowhere to present to you with an exaggerated bow.

“Yet another beauty! How many does this town have?” he ponders loudly. “Seokjin the Connoisseur has arrived to bring you a touch of magic! And this–” he gestures to his partner “-is my darling assistant, Odette!” 

You’re still a bit flabbergasted by how handsome he is, but your common sense nags at you that something’s off. You accept the flower warily as you speak. “So you’re a… magician? Or a salesman?”

Seokjin smiles widely, clearly accustomed to this line of questioning. “I am an entertainer, a traveller, a scholar, and a businessman. Trinkets, tonics, treasures – I search the world to bring them to you! With a smile, of course.” Odette is quick to wrap up her own speech so she can reach into the back of the wagon to produce a clear bottle with mystical blue liquid inside. Seokjin takes it from her to hold up high enough for everyone to see. You have to actively tell yourself to follow the spectacle when Seokjin catches your stare yet again as he scans the congregation. “Does anyone here suffer from… gout? Perhaps influenza?” he asks expectantly. Some of the men and a woman raise their hands, prompting him to continue. “Then I bring to you an elixir brewed in Tanzanina!” 

“Tanzania,” Odette corrects cheerfully. You can’t tell if the slip was a mistake or if it’s just a bit.

“Brewed in Tanzania!” Seakjin follows confidently. “It’s said to cure ailments of all sorts - even the plague for those so unfortunate to be stricken!”

This is certainly a queue. Odette waves her hands wondrously. “We searched far and wide for a witch doctor that was willing to part with their limited supply.”

Seokjin pulls the cork from the bottle as she speaks and takes a whiff of the contents. He closes his eyes, humming thoughtfully. “I won’t lie to you all: mystical marvels such as this do come at an expense. But!” He holds the bottle out to you. “I understand that not everyone is so easily convinced. Please, Miss Poppy.” The liquid sloshes faintly in the container as he shakes it gently to entice you.

You huff at the name and try to hide the way your neck jerks backwards, “I don’t need any miracles.” You’re not sure whether to keep your eyes on the bottle or the salesman. Skepticism, interest, and attraction boil in your stomach and the steam it produces comes out as showy annoyance. “Don’t need any scams, neither.”

You’re not necessarily ashamed of your attitude, but when you think it might put Seokjin off, a small part of you regrets the quip. Fortunately, it turns out that Seokjin the Connoisseur is a practiced fisherman and reels you back in easily. “Am I giving you a headache? This’ll do you good for that too.” If the wink he punctuates the statement with weren’t so hilariously tacky, you’d find it repulsive.

What’s the worst that can happen if you try it? The beverage will likely do nothing and at worst (if this duo is as harmless as they look) it’ll taste bad. In either case, you’re taking too long to decide, so Seokjin does it for you. He nonchalantly pivots to your left to offer the concoction to Moira, a hairdresser from the next town over that always seems to be here flirting with the local butcher instead of actually doing her job.

Moira appears to be just as taken with the man as you are with the way she eagerly snatches the bottle from him.“Of course!” She wastes no time pressing it to her lips to chug the contents without breaking eye contact with him. If the salacious display bothers Seokjin, he doesn’t let it show on his features. You could swear that Odette’s rolling her eyes before she turns her head to cough conspicuously. 

The hairdresser finally finishes and exhales, refreshed. She’s not nearly as good of an actress as she seems to think she is. “So?” Seokjin asks, saving everyone the trouble of watching her lust openly in the street. “What condition are we treating today?”

“Alcoholism!”

Seokjin’s mask slips for the first time as he blinks, dumbfounded. “Alcoholism?”

“She drinks like a damn fish,” you inform him, exasperated. When Moira isn’t trying to sleep with the butcher or curling hair, she is, unfortunately, at your saloon. Luna always says the woman’s too pretty for her own good, causing drunk patrons to fight over her on a regular basis, but never committing to any of them.

Odette makes an executive decision, stepping around Seokjin to pluck the empty vessel from Moira’s grasp. “Then we will see our volunteer cured at the saloon tonight!” She decidedly ignores her associate’s quiet “Wait, tonight?” and continues, “If you don’t have your wallet, run home and get it. Remember: Seokjin the Connoisseur visits one time only!”

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The afternoon had been uneventful after Seokjin and Odette postponed their presentation. It was slow enough that you’d had time to recount the event as Luna helped you wrap up the day’s remaining chores to ensure your usual patrons were taken care of. You’re seated at the bar across from her, nursing a beer in preparation for the long night ahead of you when Seokjin pushes through the saloon doors with an enthusiastic, “Miss Poppy!”

Luna chuckles to herself quietly when you scrunch your nose at the nickname. She’d thought it was cute when you’d mentioned it earlier. “Seokjin the Connoisseur, I take it?”

Seokjin hums affirmatively as he strides over to the counter next to you. “Odette should be here in a few minutes. She had an errand to run,” he supplies. 

Your beer is flat, but you will yourself to finish it quickly so you can face the vendor for a second time today. “What errands do y'all got out here?”

“Oh just need some odds and ends before we head out this evening,” Seokjin clarifies. “Not too many more stops between here and California.” 

Luna hospitably slides a glass of water to him. “You might want to head out tomorrow. Spare yerself a lot of trouble if you wait out the night.”

Seokjin looks uneasy, accepting the glass with a distracted nod. You chime in to help, “Moira doesn’t roll around ‘til late anyways.”

“Thank you, ladies, but-”

Odette pushes the saloon doors harder than she needs to, but struts to join you all as if nobody  noticed. Her mouth is drawn into a tight smile. “Do you have any rooms available, Miss…”

“Miss Poppy!” 

“It’s Y/N, actually,” you say more to Seokjin before continuing. “2 rooms’ll run ya $6.”

“Each?” Seokjin chokes. 

“Well outside –” you ignore Luna’s disapproving stare “– is free if you’re feeling stupid.”

“‘Adventurous’, is what she means,” Luna waves off, apologetically. “We get raiders around here sometimes. And bears.”

Odette is forgiving of the awkward exchange and clasps her hands together gratefully, “A warm bed and a roof for the night would be dandy. We’ll take them!”

“Now wait a minute,” Seokjin starts, pushing off of the counter to stand. His signature expression is already painted back on when he speaks to you and Luna. “Would you excuse me while I confer with my associate?”

Seokjin places his hands on Odette's shoulders to steer her to the far end of the room, next to the piano. “Whaddya think they’re talking about?” you wonder quietly.

Luna pinches the fat on your arm and follows up with a swat when you feign reaching behind and under the counter for your shotgun. She may not have Tilly’s energy, but she’s just as good at keeping you under control. Too bad that influence doesn’t extend to your mouth. “What is wrong with you, Y/N? You makin’ enough money to run off business now?” she whispers harshly.

You pout and hug yourself to soothe the sting on the underside of your arm. “Next train is due tomorrow, you know that. We’ll be plenty busy.” When you glance over at the other pair, their conversation appears to be going similarly. Seokjin’s frown rivals the intensity of an offended cat as Odette angrily tells him off about something. Even like this, though, you find yourself lingering on the way his pillowy lips jut out from his side profile. 

You’re knocked out of your trance when Luna speaks again. “The train will be here, but he won’t if you keep it up.”

 Before you can retort, Seokjin and Odette’s conversation boils over and you all hear the tail-end of Odette’s argument. “...can’t go back to Saint Dufort without a profit, Jin!”

Instead of floundering at the outburst, the pair shoot similarly unconvincing grins at you. Even when they’re arguing, they’re well-suited for each other. Seokjin is the first to break the awkward silence. “$6, is that right, Miss Poppy?” He gasps when Odette digs her heel into his foot. “$12 total, Miss Y/N?”

Nothing straightens your posture like shop-talk. “$12 total. That’ll cover your rooms and 1 bath each. Meet me at the inn counter and then I’ll show you to your rooms.”

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Maybe your inn wasn’t the fanciest, but with 6 rooms and a bath, you offered the best lodging option in the area. You say as much while you lead your newest guests upstairs, travel bags in tow. Past the landing is a narrow hallway with 3 doors on either side. Each one has a small wooden number affixed in the center. “Rooms 1 and 6. Keys,” you tell them, depositing one in each of their awaiting palms. “If you lose them before checkout I’ll have to charge for that too.” 

“Thank you!” Odette chirps, shifting between standing on either foot to slip her heels off with a sigh. She shuffles things in her hands until she can hold all of her belongings with just one and eagerly tiptoes down the hall to let herself into room 1. You hear the thud of her depositing everything on the floor before she peeks her head out the doorway. “What time does Miss Moira usually come by?”

You shrug next to Seokjin, still on the landing. “Try 8?” 

It’s a good enough answer for Odette. “See you at 8, then!” she confirms before shutting the door. 

Seokjin hasn’t budged. Instead, he’s staring down the hallway with a frown. You elbow him gently. “Room 6, I said.”

He still doesn’t move, doesn’t turn to look at you either. “You don’t have peepholes?”

“What?”

“On the doors. Why don’t you have peepholes?”

Your trigger finger is itchy, but (luckily) you don’t keep your pistol on you most days. “This ain’t Saint Dupont,” you fume. 

Seokjin looks you over out of the corner of his eyes, but you’re busy watching how he turns the key in his - large - hand. He licks his lips before correcting you. “It’s Saint Dufort.”

Once again you find yourself caught between the edge of arousal and your inclination to fight. It paints your response as petulant. “Well this ain’t that. If you don’t like it, give me the damn key back. We don’t do double beds here, so you can’t stay with your girlfriend.”

Seokjin whips to face you, finally, eyes wide. Whatever he was so worried about must not have been as upsetting as what you’ve just said.  “We’re not– We’ve never– Odette has a husband. She just takes her ring off when we’re showcasing.”

The thought that for once,you’ve caught him off guard makes you grin. “That’s not what I said, Seokjin the Connoiwhore.” 

The pun is worth a pat on the back (in your opinion, anyway), but when Seokjin claps yours with one of those massive hands it knocks the wind out of you. “Perhaps you’ve already found your calling as a business owner. We can’t all be comedians!” he theorizes with a snort. He either doesn’t notice that he’s shortened your life span or doesn’t care, finally heading down the hall as he continues to laugh. You’re bent over with your hands propping the rest of your body up at the knees when you hear the loud clicking of the door unlocking before he calls to you, cheery as ever. “8 pm, Miss Poppy!”

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The sky is inky and the other shops are closed by the time Moira announces her presence by asking who’ll be buying her first drink of the night. You don’t know what time it is - you’re too busy going between the bar and saloon floor, helping Luna make the occasional drink and threatening your rowdier patrons when they get too handsy with the other barmaids that ferry food and alcohol in the evenings. You’re headed to stop whoever the hell is attempting to play O, Mollie on the piano when Odette’s retailer voice cuts through the noise at a volume that only schoolhouse teachers tend to use. It’s enough to shush everyone in the room instantly.

“Good evening, ladies and gents! Passersby! Travellers!” A pause. “It’s lovely to have you all here tonight!” You whirl around to follow her voice and spot her and Seokjin at the threshold that separates the creaky wooden saloon floor from the rug that covers the inn lobby. The’ve commandeered one of the saloon tables to set up a sampling of their wagon display, blue mystery elixir front and center. The urge to bark at them to remind everyone that this is your establishment to have guests is strong, but when Seokjin’s chestnut orbs find yours, you’re dazzled just enough to bite your tongue. You don’t miss the playful eyebrow he raises at you, though, and it makes you want to jump on him (for what is debatable). 

Odette’s schpiel pulls your attention back to her before anything dangerous can happen. “I, Odette, am accompanying Seokjin the Connoisseur to dazzle you with a one-time-only demonstration of our once-in-a-lifetime elixir!”

Seokjin steps forward grandly with the introduction and begins his ever-reliable performance. “From the jungles of Tanzania, I bring to you a miracle in a bottle!” A fresh bottle of it is already in one hand while the free one dazzles the crowd with spirit-fingers. “I’ll remind you that miracles. Aren’t. Cheap.” A few onlookers begin to grumble. “However! Miss Moira?” he calls as he gestures vaguely to the crowd. 

Moira bullies her way through the crowd to meet him. There’s actually plenty of space for her to get from point A to point B without much fuss, but a steady gait is one of the first things to go once she starts drinking. She manages to stumble into several people before reaching the display table with a cartoonish belch followed by a dopey grin. “‘’Ve got yer miracle right here.”

Odette sympathetically steadies Moira with a hand on either arm. “Miss Moira, here, was the lucky recipient of a dose of the elixir just this afternoon!”

“Ain’t she s’posed to be cured of drunkenness?” a man that’d been at the earlier demonstration protests from his seat at the piano. This O, Mollie scoundrel never shuts up.

Seokjin pays no mind to the man’s accusatory tone. “Indeed she has!” He turns his charm to 11, leaning close to Moira’s ear so she can hear the full timbre of his voice up close. “Are you drunk right now, Miss Moira?”

Moira’s expression lands somewhere between orgasmic and stupefied. It’s gross to watch, but gods! Are you jealous. “Tipsy,” is all she offers.

Leave it to Seokjin to expertly polish a shit sandwich. “And how many drinks have you had, lovely lady? How many do you normally have?”

Odette’s fingers squeeze the woman’s arms a little tighter in what’s probably a warning, but her receptive smile never leaves her face. “Tell them, Miss Moira.”

“I don’t know, 5?”

“5 what, ma’am?”

“Drinks.”

“You drank 5 or you normally have 5?”

“I need another. Luna?”

Seokjin snaps his fingers to bring the woman’s unfocused vision back to him. “But you’re not drunk right now, isn’t that right, Miss Moira? All these drinks and you can still ask for more?”

Moira shakes herself from Odette’s grasp, but she’s trained on Seokjin’s hands. “I said, I’m tipsy. Got somethin’ else to ask you fer too.” 

A true professional, Seokjin takes just what he needs from her response and announces, “You fine folks are here all the time; you know how stiff this beer is! Imagine how drunk she’d be if she hadn’t taken the potion earlier. And imagine what else it can do for you!”

He punctuates the statement with another hand of goliath, this time on Moira’s back. The sheer force of it is enough to punch the contents of her stomach out of her, past the startled few between you and the table that managed to move out of the way just in time, and straight onto the front of your blouse.

Luna, Seokjin, and Odette all shout amongst the flood of disgusted groans mixed with laughter, but you can’t hear anyone over the slew of cuss words spewing from your mouth as you immediately stomp past them hole up in the inn’s bathroom, slamming the door so hard that some of the wood splinters off of the jambs. 

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You should’ve shot the troublesome pair when you had the chance. Okay, perhaps that was extreme. But you should have at least run them off before they could roll out the red carpet for Moira to ruin the night. At the very least, you should have worn a man’s outfit to work. You’ve only managed to strip your blouse and shirt when there’s a knock at the door. Anyone with a lick of sense would know that bothering you now is a suicidal choice. Off comes the corset cover, but you nearly fall into the clawfoot tub in the center of the room as you hurriedly step out of your petticoat, swearing at it instead of answering. The knocking only gets more insistent when you don’t respond. “Miss Y/N?” Seokjin ventures prudently. 

Another wave of irritation and humiliation washes over you as tears set upon your waterline. Even though you will them back, your voice still cracks. “Fuck off!” 

“Miss Y/N, please,” Seokjin appeals, knuckles rapping at the wood harder when he hears your distress. “I want to apologize to you, Y/N. Let me help!”

What a blessing it is that Tilly wasn’t here to insist you tighten your corset this morning. It's much easier now to dig your fingers into the fabric so you can unhook each clasp holding together under your bust. It plops to the floor dully and you’re already reaching to grab your chemise as you bite back at the man through the wood. “You can help by gettin’ the hell on! Tonight!” 

You pull the chemise over your head just as the door flings open. It shuts again just as quickly and the lock clicks by the time the fabric is no longer blocking your vision. 

Seokjin is the first thing you see when you remove the later. You’re down to your split-crotch drawers and over-the-knee stockings, chest bare. He whispers to you insistently, eyes shut tight, though his face is as red as a cardinal. “Please let me apologize properly.”

Prickly as you may be, your state of undress makes you shrink and you cross your arms over your chest timindly. Your mouth is still a runaway train, however, and while you lower your voice, you maintain an air of ferocity. “I ain’t gon’ say it again, you goddamned fraud, get out!”

“Listen, I understand! I can be a real foozler; that’s why Odette is always with me.” He keeps his eyes closed, but reaches out tentatively, taking a step toward you when he doesn’t feel any obstacles. “I knew that drunkard church bell was trouble. That’s why I wanted to keep moving, but we can’t just give out inventory for free. Odette has a family to feed a-and I have….debts.” He dares to peek with just one eye and you move away, pasting yourself to the wall as you try (and fail) to keep everything covered. Seokjin decides it’s easier to just train his eyes on the wall next to your head. “I know that don’t fix what happened, but–”

“Seokjin the Magic Man, the Fool, the Swindler - whatever the hell you are! The only thing fixing this is a bullet or taking your snake oil with ya right goddamned now or– Get the hell offa me!” You hiss another barrage of fragmented insults as Seokjin reaches to slide his arms past your neck so he can gently cradle your head in those tremendous, veiny hands and keep your eyes on his. He shushes you as you slap his forearms, his chest, whatever you can reach. “Let me at least make reparations, Miss Poppy. Let me be a gentleman first and then we’ll go.”

As always, Seokjin has a way of making you pause. What are you supposed to do when he’s looking at you through those gorgeous, wispy lashes like that? “And just what in the hell can you give me?”

Seokjin’s fingers curl against your head, massaging it gently. He definitely sees the way your eyelids flutter at the sensation. “I think I have a form of compensation that this establishment can’t refuse.” He shushes you yet again when you start to retort. “You’re just as lustful as you are terrifying, Y/N. You don’t think I see how you watch me? Hm?”

“I don’t run a brothel, you bastard.” The remark is half-hearted and toothless at best. The whimper that escapes you next is genuine, though. 

One of Seokjin’s hands has trailed from your neck down to your chest, fingers ghosting over your nipple. “You sure don’t, Miss Poppy,” he muses. “Don’t get it backwards, now. Let me service you.” 

Seokjin’s other hand moves down as well and he cups both of your breasts, fingers splaying across them as they stretch over the mounds. He squeezes firmly, silently promising to do much more if you’ll let him. Your temper wants you to stay angry, to grab something in the bathroom and beat him with it. But your thinly veiled desire grows from an ember to a fireball in instant, shoving a pitiful, barely audible “please” from your lips before your ego can twist your words into something antagonizing. 

“Atta girl,” he hums, the pressure of his fingers closing over your nipples one more time before he turns you around to press your front into the wall now. You feel the rigid outline of his cock weighing against the small of your back as he envelops you there, mouthing your ear as he moans and grinds his hips into you. “I tip generously, by the way.”

“Hurry up and do it then.” Even as you challenge him, you place your palms flat on the wall to comply with his handling. 

Seokjin doesn’t waste any more time, but instead makes good on his promises for once. Without another word, he makes enough space to snake an arm between the two of you and yanks your drawers down, leaving your ass exposed. Greedy fingers immediately knead the flesh roughly while he slots a leg between yours, forcing your stance wider. There’s plenty of room now for his hands to reach the part that aches most, but he just hikes his leg up higher, pressing his thigh against the puffy lips of your pussy. 

The much-needed friction rips a groan from you and Seokjin can feel your hot essence leaking through his trousers. You can’t help but rock against him and he’s merciful enough to let you do it. You’re so wet that even against the rough fabric, you’re nearly gliding against him. It takes an embarrassingly short amount of time before your hips begin to stutter, a long-overdue orgasm but a moment away. You rut even faster, feeling the muscles in your stomach tighten almost painfully and–

Seokjin pulls his leg back and you whine loudly at the loss of resistance, feeling your clit throb in dissatisfaction. There’s still plenty of commotion coming from the saloon, but he tuts nonetheless. “Quiet, girly. I said I’d take care of you, didn’t I?”

The want he leaves you feeling does nothing for your temper. “Everything you say–”

“I’m a man of my word, Y/N,” he asserts coolly, unabashedly grabbing your pussy with four fingers while his thumb presses teasingly against the ring of your ass. Your entire body is sensitive, jerking on reflex when you feel a fingertip press experimentally against your engorged clit. Seokjin inhales sharply behind you, pleased at the dramatic reaction.

He cups you tighter, middle finger rubbing against the hardened nub with more intention. It’s nearly impossible to describe how it feels. HotSeokjingoodyesJinyeshotyesgoodhotJingoodgood is as close as you get. Then, you feel it leave you just long enough for Seokjin to shift his wrist and press two fingers past your folds, easily gliding in until the digits are sheathed inside you up to the third knuckle. He pushes further and stretches thicker than you do when you're working yourself open alone; the depth of his reach is a relief in contrast to how tightly your walls are clenching him.

You feel Seokjin lean into you as he begins to steadily pump in and out of your cunt. You’re so desperate that your walls flutter around him and his other hand taps your ass appreciatively. “You’re so wound up. I think you really needed this.”

“Please, Jin,” you pant, “please, shut up.” 

Seokjin chuckles at this, voice husky with lust. “As you wish.”

And then Seokjin slides a third finger in, your opening accepts it hungrily. He begins to fuck you like that in earnest, casually cramming you against the wood of the walls with the strength of his thrusts. His free hand comes around on the other side to finally tend to your pearl again and you’re not sure what noise comes out of you, but Seokjin must love it because now he’s pistoning into you relentlessly, hauling you to orgasm at a blistering speed. Bliss sneaks up on you. One minute you’re getting dizzy from Seokjin’s ministrations and the next, the hand on your clit is flying to hold you by the hip as you astral project into a euphoric dimension. You tense almost violently before releasing a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, a high resonating from the pit of your stomach, rippling through your body.

Seokjin doesn’t leave you as you catch your breath and the cum oozing into his palm starts to cool. He mischievously scissors inside you slowly and you growl, swiveling on him eagerly even though your legs feel like pins and needles. You get a ghostly touch against your nipple for your troubles before Seokjin breaks the silence.

“Y/N,” he drawls, letting you feel his dickprint on your behind again. “if you feel I need to do more to make amends…”

“How many more days does it take to get to California?” Seokjin’s fingers still at last. You can hear the way his head cocks to the side in curiosity. “Another five or six days at least.”

You huff satirically. “You’re an idiot if you think I’ll let you stay the rest of the night without a deposit. I’ll need you to make me do that again five or six times at least.”

 “I–” Seokjin begins just as the door creaks open. It’s the first time in a while you’ve registered any noises outside of the bubble you and Seokjin have been sharing and it’s deafening. You freeze, ready for mortification to hit you as you strain to look behind you out of the corner of your eye.

Odette’s head is peeking in the doorway, expression almost bored at the sight before her. “We’ll pay you double to stay an extra few nights, Miss Poppy. I’ll have your payment ready by the time you two...sort this out. Please remember to lock the door next time.”

The one-way exchange leaves you speechless as you grapple with the heat of knowing that your pussy clenched like a vice around Seokjin when you were caught. When your grip eases, he pulls his fingers out of you, gathering as much of your slick as he can. 

Seokjin hurriedly unbuckles his belt one handed and fishes a long, curved battering ram from his pants. As soon as he’s freed, he smears your cum onto himself with a squelch and seizes the base of his cock tightly. “As I was saying… I have plenty more to offer if you’re seeking additional compensation.” 

He’s oddly nonchalant, like Odette’s walked in on him finger fucking someone silly before. An inquiry threatens to crawl up your throat, but when Seokjin’s cock glides against your pussy teasingly and his heavy balls slap the underside of your asscheeks, you speak with your cunt instead of your ire for once. “You still owe me a fee for ruining my shirt.”

Seokjin buries himself inside of you and he swears for the first time since you’ve met him.

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