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6emo6zombie6 · 4 months

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RDR fem!relationship/sexual headcanons pt.2

Got some shower thoughts and had to write them down, this time for Charles, Javier, and Sadie. My last headcanons were received very well so I hope this one is as good! :)

Charles:

The sweetest and most gentle boyfriend ever. He’ll smile at you and blush whenever you walk into the room.

Enjoys taking you on long, calm horse rides. Usually, you end up cuddling on some beach or somewhere in a big field.

Loves when you play with his hair or swoop it over his shoulder so you can press kisses against his neck.

Always petting your head for some reason, whether you’re sitting in between his legs by the campfire or if you’re huddled in his cot together, he always seems to be petting your head.

Hand holding!!!!! This man will always hold your hand, he enjoys it especially if your hand is smaller than his (which, let’s be honest, it probably is).

Never stops smiling after you kiss him. It doesn’t matter if it’s a soft peck on his jaw or a long, passionate kiss, he just can’t stop thinking about it for the rest of the day.

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Very slow and gentle, he doesn’t see why sex should be rushed.

He tries to hide it, but he’s actually super needy. He can’t help but get hard quickly, even if you’re just making out.

Super into sleepy sex. He loves seeing you sleepy and needy for him, completely under his mercy as he fucks you gently. He doesn’t mind in the slightest if you wake him up and ask him if he can help you out.

“You’re too horny to sleep? Aw, baby, let me take care of that for you.”

Not specifically into public stuff, but the two of you undoubtedly have fucked around in the woods a couple of times.

Always too shy to make any noise at first, but you’ll have him groaning and whining as soon as he warms up to you.

Obsessed with your thighs. He’ll fuck them or have his head between them if he can.

Ashamed to admit that he likes some light bondage every now and then.

Sadie:

It initially took her a while to warm up to you, even If she fell in love from the first time she laid eyes on you.

Always laughing at your jokes, there isn’t a second that she thinks you’re unfunny or boring.

She loves that little sparkle in your eyes when she gives you a gift, so she’ll make sure to get you a shiny new ring or necklace every so often.

Always showing you off. She’ll make a smooth comment on how amazing you look every so often, causing all of the people at camp to look at you.

Always takes you along to bars, her arm either around your shoulders or your waist to make sure you don’t get hurt.

Offended by people who assume the two of you are just friends, you’re her girlfriend and everyone needs to know.

Definitely beats people up if they try to either flirt with or annoy you.

Loves it when you get clingy, she has all the attention in the world for you.

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Not ashamed in the slightest to make out with you in public.

Hickeys and scratches are her other ways to show everyone whose girlfriend you are.

Always grabbing your boobs when nobody’s looking.

She’ll whisper dirty things into your ear while you’re doing your daily chores just to watch you get embarrassed.

Lets you ride her thigh whenever.

Does the knee thing, no doubt.

Very spontaneous when she wants sex, usually she’s pushing you into your tent with little to no words. You never have reason to complain though.

Not always rushed with sex, but she has her moments. Usually, she isn’t aware of how fast she’s going, just focused on making you cum.

Javier:

Definitely the type of guy to kiss your hands.

Loves it when you wear his clothes, he’ll somehow always find a way to offer you his jacket.

Always calls you “Mi amor,” “Mi Corazón,” “Cariño,”… Etc.

Writes songs for you on his guitar.

Helps you practice playing guitar if he’s got time.

Loves sitting in between your thighs or laying his head between them.

Weirdly likes It when you touch his arms and trace his muscles.

Likes carrying you—it doesn’t matter what reason, and he’ll just make one up if there is none. He’ll carry you to your tent when you’re drunk or when you’re tired, if not, he’ll carry you to your horse like a princess.

Always worried if you’re too cold.

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I’m telling you right now, this man for sure has an oral fixation. He’s always pushing his fingers into your mouth and making you suck them.

Blowjobs!! He’ll take them in any way, as long as his cock is in your mouth.

Enjoys pulling your hair.

Bends you over anything he can.

Absolutely goes wild when you sit on his lap and grind your hips against his bulge.

Always manhandling you while you’re making out.

Starts out slow and sensual during sex, then ends up getting rough and making you cum multiple times.

Prefers if you’re more bratty or confident during sex so he can try his best to bring you down.

Very vocal during sex, whether it is grunting and moaning or talking to you in Spanish.

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rdrshootist · 6 months

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This account is slowly turning into Daily John Pics one teheh (•̀ᴗ•́ )و Thank you guys for loving it ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

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itssickening · 2 years

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spongeyspot · 5 months

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Red Dead Redemption Masterlist

Tags: [Smut 🔥] ; [Angst 🩹] ; [Fluff 🧸] ; [Dark Themes 🖤]

Arthur Morgan

Toxic Traits/ Red Flags HCs (Headcanons) (Fem! Reader)

1890s!Arthur in the Modern World HCs (Headcanons) (GN! Reader)

John Marston

Toxic Traits/ Red Flags HCs (Headcanons) (Fem! Reader)

General Modern Hcs (Headcanons)

Javier Escuella

Toxic Traits/ Red Flags HCs (Headcanons) (Fem! Reader)

General Modern HCs (Headcanons)

Charles Smith

Toxic Traits/ Red Flags HCs (Headcanons) (Fem! Reader)

Lenny Summers

Toxic Traits/ Red Flags HCs (Headcanons) (Fem! Reader)

Dutch Van Der Linde

Toxic Traits/ Red Flags HCs (Headcanons) (Fem! Reader)

Micah Bell

Toxic Traits/ Red Flags HCs (Headcanons) (Fem! Reader)

Sean Macguire

Toxic Traits/ Red Flags HCs (Headcanons) (Fem! Reader)

General Modern HCs (Headcanons)

Hosea Matthews

Toxic Traits/ Red Flags HCs (Headcanons) (Fem! Reader)

Bill Williamson

Nothing yet!

Kieran Duffy

Nothing yet!

Eagle Flies

Nothing yet!

Mary Beth Gaskill

Toxic Traits/ Red Flags HCs (Headcanons) (Fem! Reader)

Abigail Roberts

Toxic Traits/ Red Flags HCs (Headcanons) (Fem! Reader)

Sadie Adler

Toxic Traits/ Red Flags HCs (Headcanons) (Fem! Reader)

Tilly Jackson

Toxic Traits/ Red Flags HCs (Headcanons) (Fem! Reader)

Karen Jones

Toxic Traits/ Red Flags HCs (Headcanons) (Fem! Reader)

Molly O'Shea

Toxic Traits/ Red Flags HCs (Headcanons) (Fem! Reader)

Run Away With Me (Fem! Reader) 🧸

Poly Pairings

SWF/NSFW Poly Relationship HCs 🔥🧸

(John Marston/Fem!Reader/Abigail Marston)

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imwall-e · 7 months

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Until we meet again : Chapter 1

Pairing : TB!Arthur Morgan x Reader

Warning : MAJOR SPOILERS IF YOU HAVEN'T PLAY THE GAME, major character dea•th, tuberculosis, angst, (tell me if I forgot some), reader but external POV

A/N : I wrote this a few months ago and finally decided to post it. I'm really proud of this chapter, my best work so far (imo). I first wrote it in French and mostly used Deepl to translate the text, and even if I re-read it, they may be some mistake so don't hesitate to tell me! This is not beta read. This is my first work for the Red Dead fandom and I hope it's good. Consider liking, rebloging or commenting if you like my work (and feel comfortable with that of course).

The atmosphere of Beaver Hollow was already being felt long before we arrived at the new camp. The area was dark, damp, stinking. It was as if it were haunted. Cursed. As for the cave, it was a concentration of all that, only worse. Once home to a local gang nicknamed The Rejects of Murfree, it bore indelible traces of the horrors it had harbored. The smell outside was unbearable, but inside was a vision of dread. Blood was visible from floor to ceiling, pieces of decomposing corpses smeared all the way down to its entrails. Impossible to settle inside.

Where just a few weeks earlier the gang had been celebrating their exit from the snowy mountains, and everyone was ready to give their all to make a new place a comfortable place to live, now there was no laughter to be heard. Not a smile was to be seen on any of the faces. Only whispers, distrust, fear and death reigned.

And Arthur… his coughing fits were becoming more violent, and more frequent. His skin was pale, contrasting with the blue of his eyes, which betrayed his illness and fatigue.

Outlawed, hunted by the Pinkertons or opposing gangs like the O'Driscolls, he'd been shot at many times. And yet, he was dying of tuberculosis. A fucking disease. After all, he'd probably earned it with the life he was leading… had led. His punishment for beating up Mr Downes. A good man, always ready to help others even though he didn't have much.

Arthur, who'd never done anything right. Or so he thought, but she was always there to remind him otherwise. After Mary, after Eliza, he never thought he'd fall in love again. Then she'd come along, and offered him more than he thought he deserved.

Arthur had met her while hunting. She was wearing a long white dress. At first, he thought he saw an angel. Then their eyes met. He saw the fear in her eyes and decided to put down his bow. He introduced himself and she gradually seemed to calm down. After a few minutes' silence, she finally told him her name. Her voice trembled, but she'd asked for his help: she was supposed to be getting married that very day to a man she'd never met. But what she was looking for was freedom.

She wanted to travel. To discover. To live. And Arthur had offered her all that. For five years, they'd been happy together. Arthur had even proposed to her while they were still in Blackwater. But they'd kept it a secret until things got better.

Unfortunately, the moment never arrived.

Micah was a traitor. And Dutch had blindly followed him, going so far as to question the words of John and Arthur. He'd rather believe a dangerous madman than those he considered his own sons.

Arthur should have left after the Blackwater massacre. Hosea had tried to warn him when they'd all fled to Colter. Or he should have let Micah hang at Strawberry. If only he'd been willing to open his eyes to what Dutch had become. To his true nature. If only.

But it was too late now, and there was no point in dwelling on the past. Now he had t o protect those who remained. Tilly had already taken Jack to safety. Abigail was safe thanks to him and Sadie, and the two women had left to join Tilly. Mary-Beth and Karen had probably escaped too. She was the only one left. And he knew exactly where she'd be safe.

He helped his young fiancée onto her mare, then settled down behind her. He wanted to smell her hair while he still could. He wanted to hold her close. However, time was running out and lingering was a luxury they couldn't afford. The person he was looking for was passing through the Annesburg area, but they'd better get moving fast. He nudged the horse's flank to move it forward, and whistled for the stallion carrying the young woman's belongings to follow.

The journey wasn't long, but it went by faster than he would have liked. A dilapidated house appeared in the distance. Arthur had exchanged a few letters with the man who had taken an interest in his bleak landscape, a man he had helped not long ago. He was standing outside, setting up his camera. His gaze wandered to them, and he soon recognized Arthur.

"Mr. Morgan! I'm so happy to see you again! As you may have noticed, I've given up taking pictures of wildlife. I'm now content with the magnificent landscapes" exclaimed Albert, warmly greeting the man who had helped and saved him on numerous occasions. But his familiar enthusiasm soon disappeared when he saw the young woman's tears and Arthur's sickly pallor. "What's the matter?" he asked worriedly, abandoning his camera.

"Mr. Mason, I need you to…" but Arthur was interrupted by a coughing fit causing him to cough up blood as he stepped to the ground. "I'm dying and I'd like you to take care of my fiancée."

The young woman tried to smile at Albert, but knowing that the man she loved would soon be leaving her was too much to bear. It dashed all memories, all hopes of a better life with her cowboy.

"I'm sorry I haven't written to inform you, but recent events haven't given me the opportunity," Arthur resumed after helping his beloved off his horse.

The tears continued to roll silently down the cheeks of the woman who was to become Mrs Morgan. She was silent now, staring into space.

"Mr Morgan…", Albert didn't know what to say. This kind man, who had come to his aid so many times, was going to die. He could see the sadness in the lovers' eyes. And Albert saw only one way he could do something for them: "Don't worry, I'll take care of mademoiselle."

Arthur was relieved: she would be safe. She would live. He turned to her: she seemed no more than a ghost. But she had to fight. For him. For her. For them.

"I love you, Princess," he began, taking her in his arms. "More than you can imagine. I wish I'd said it more often. I regret so many things. But I promise we'll meet again. Not in this life, unfortunately, but in another. I'll find you again."

"We… we… we didn't even have time to get married," she managed to articulate between sobs, the crying resuming in earnest following Arthur's words.

"It wasn't our time. Now you must stay with Albert. Live, princess. Do it for me. I'll always watch over you, but promise me you won't let yourself die."

"I… I promise, Arthur."

That was all he needed to hear. He had to go now. He had unfinished business with Micah, but also with Dutch.

The sun was setting as he rested his forehead against hers. His way of kissing her for the last time, wanting to avoid her contracting tuberculosis too. He squeezed her hands and heard her whisper "I love you, Arthur".

He gently let go of her hands and she kept her eyes closed, not wishing to watch him go. To tell the truth, she was so focused on remembering his scent, his laugh, his voice, that she didn't even hear him mount his mare and gallop away.

When she opened her eyes again, the sky had darkened. A storm was approaching. Arthur was gone. Only Albert remained, looking after the stallion carrying the young woman's belongings. He knew she wouldn't move immediately, but it was time to go. He'd better get back to the cabin he'd rented before nightfall.

"Mademoiselle, I'm sorry but we must leave now. Tomorrow we'll go to Rhodes, my house is close to the city."

"Of course," was all she could reply, her gaze fixed on the mountains.

The journey to the cabin Albert had reserved was silent. The storm was roaring in the distance. She held back from joining Arthur. But she had to keep her promise.

Without Arthur, life would be difficult. Her heart would be broken forever, but she had to try. And one day, they would be reunited. She had to believe that.

The rain finally came, falling on her cheeks and mingling with her tears. She couldn't stop thinking about all those mornings she'd wake up alone. She couldn't accept that he wasn't coming back. Ever.

"Mademoiselle?" Albert's voice snapped her out of her thoughts. "We've arrived. You should try to eat something and get some sleep." He didn't know what to do or say.

She followed him silently. Inside, she sat by the window, where she could see the mountains near Beaver Hollow. Soon, she closed her eyes, tears still flowing.

Her mind took her to a river in the middle of the woods. The light wind gently moved the leaves on the trees. She was wearing a long white dress. A branch cracked, startling her. But it was only Arthur, wearing the hat he always wore and the blue shirt she loved so much.

"You're beautiful," he said, and she threw her arms around his neck. "Dance with me?" Was there an answer other than "yes"?

And, each immersed in the other's gaze, they danced. Without stopping, they talked about their future: having a ranch, raising horses, starting a family. A quiet life away from traitors and the Pinkertons. Just them.

"I love you, Arthur."

"I love you too, princesses," he replied, kissing her tenderly. A deer passed by them. Then nothing.

When she opened her eyes again, she knew Arthur was gone.

It was nearly nine o'clock when Albert and the young woman began their journey to Rhodes.

"I think you'll like Rhodes very much, mademoiselle. It's much quieter and warmer since the Gray and Braithwaite families, two rival families, entered… well, since they left."

The young woman smiled at the mention. It brought back memories that were certainly recent, but seemed so long ago. But her smile vanished as quickly as it had appeared as she recalled Sean's death.

Then came Kieran's turn. Hosea. Lenny. Eagle Flies. John. And Arthur.

Sensing that she wouldn't talk any more than she had the day before, Albert decided to talk to her about anything and everything, in the hope of distracting her from the sadness that overwhelmed her, even if only for a few minutes.

"The landscape is also much brighter. Annesburg offers beautiful scenery, but it's a very dark, eerie area. Rhodes is nicer, warmer."

Albert was right: the further they got from Annesburg, the fresher the air seemed, the more colorful and welcoming the surroundings.

She glanced back one last time, to where Arthur had remained. Her heart sank. She felt she was abandoning him. But she had to stay strong.

Finally, Rhodes appeared before them as the sun tinted the sky orange, ready to give way to the moon.

"Miss, look!"

A majestic deer had stopped in the middle of the road, staring at them with its big dark eyes.

"It's the first time I've seen one approach like that. They're usually very frightened," Albert continued.

The deer approached the young woman and rested its muzzle against her leg. She gently touched its large antlers, then the animal moved away, disappearing among the trees.

"Goodbye, Arthur."

I hope you liked this first chapter!

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i-am-a-bad-influence-writes · 3 days

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Wherever I rest my head is home if it's with you

Part 1, Luck be with you

Masterlist Word count: 2 k Charles Smith x Fem!Reader Arthur Morgan x Mary Linton John Marston x Abigail Roberts Dutch Van der Linde x Molly O'Shea Mary-Beth Gaskill x Kieran Duffy

Summary: Looking for gold is a men's world in a town run by women. The amounts of violence and suffering these men go through with the hope of getting rich is insanity. Gold fever broke marriages and relationships alike until the settlement was nearly all women. It's a small settlement, nearly a small town, next to the Elysian Pool. Most men red hot with gold fever pass through to stock up on supplies before heading down to the mines near Beaver's Hallow or Annesburg. The settlement has only one law set in stone, as lawmen do not want to come there, and it is praised like it was one of the ten commandments. You do not harm the women.

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Going up towards the Grizzlies always brings a bone chilling wind along. It's that kind of cold that flows right through your lungs, into your bloodstream, and infects your every inch of being. But the four men on the road to prosperity aren't in that part of the woods yet. These men being Arthur, Charles, John, and Hosea. None of them are particularly fond of finding the gold around these parts but they are concerned about their friends who rode up weeks ago. Before their journey, the men had been told and warned about a settlement. According to the men that came back, you're lucky if you leave with a broken heart and a nugget of gold in your saddlebag. If you're not so lucky, well, you don't make it out alive. So many stories about this little settlement. They could just push through to Van Horn or go straight to Annesburg, but they have to admit they're curious. All the stories about beautiful, cruel women only fanned that curiosity. Hosea, with all his experience traveling through America, had never heard of the settlement which strengthened their desire to go see for themselves even more. After all, they've all had their hearts broken before, so what’s another chip? What Hosea did seem to know is the major of the town. He had met the woman down by Emeral Ranch while she was picking up a delivery for the town. Hosea had, so kindly, offered to be a hired gun for her in hopes of taking over the stocked wagon but was met with the barrel of a shotgun against his back when he tried to get up onto the driver's seat. She had smiled at him and kindly told him to fuck off. How he had managed to get onto her good side after an encounter like that was a mystery to the other men, but she had offered a place to rest their heads if they were ever close and in need. As they reach the edge of town, they can already tell this is a settlement like no other. Though most settlements are one street, a good place to ride through, this settlement is spread out like a village. Down by the lake is a huge ranch and down by the train tracks seems to be a hotel and post office, but no train station which strikes both John and Arthur as curious. There's a grocery store, a tailor, a saloon, a barber, a gun store, a doctor's office, everything one might need. And, as the stories predicted, a lot of women wearing pants and barely any men. Hosea points at a large house a little bit higher up on a small mountain: 'From what I've been told, that's where the major lives. Let's go introduce ourselves gentlemen.'

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saiyan-druid-art · 5 months

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Chapter 9 is here! The Charthur train has left the station 🚂

Everyone needs some fluff in their lives. I hope you guys enjoy this one! We're about a third of the way into the story now 💙 Thank you for sticking with me!

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only4miller · 17 days

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i might start writing fics so pleeeease give me recommendations or prompts!! i have a few ideas but i'm really stuck so i could use some help, thanks a lot 🫶🏻

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shoah-cowboah · 10 months

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Gaggle of Gossipers

Summary: Karen takes a moment to initiate some interesting conversation about the finer points of Arthur Morgan. It's primarily for the benefit of spurring Sadie Adler into action, but also because she, Tilly, and Mary-Beth can all appreciate one fine-looking cowboy.

Word Count: 2k+

“Girls, that right there’s a real man,” Karen pointed out to them, getting their attention successfully as both Tilly and Mary-Beth turned to see precisely who she was referring to in such a complimentary tone.

The three of them were in their usual spots that Grimshaw put them to working in. Today had been a slow day as far as gossiping and conversation went. However, as per usual, Karen did not have any problem finding something for the three of them to discuss. Whether or not it was entirely appropriate or not was an entirely different matter indeed.

To their mild surprise, Arthur seemed to be the only one that she could have been discussing in such a manner. He had just gotten back to camp and was brushing his horse, talking to her as he worked.

“I’ll second that,” Mary-Beth was quick to agree, never one to hesitate when it came to making positive comments about Arthur.

Tilly, however, kept her eyes on Karen, catching the conspiratorial expression on Karen’s face as the blonde shot a subtle glance in Sadie’s direction where she was fixing up her saddle.

Catching the general direction where Karen was heading with this one, Tilly shook her head with a slight grin.

“Me, too,” she went along with Karen’s scheme. She made sure to keep an eye on the resident widow to see what her reaction would be.

To her amusement, Sadie did actually look up at them, her quick, surprisingly intelligent eyes dashing briefly between the girls and the direction that they seemed to be looking as she apparently spotted Arthur. Sadie’s gaze lingered on him, but she did not say a word as she looked back down at her saddle, obviously listening in on their conversation at this point but not choosing to actually participate.

Tilly was not entirely participating for the sake of messing with Sadie or spurring her into some manner of action. She had always had a slight crush on Arthur, but she also knew precisely where their relationship was. She loved him deeply as some manner of family and friend, and with that, she wished him happiness regardless of where he found it.

Mary-Beth, on the other hand, was not participating for any such reason. She had no idea of the scheme Karen was concocting and she figured that they were admiring Arthur as they would any other day. It was not an uncommon subject in the least to discuss the appeal of the menfolk around camp, and Arthur was the prized catch when it came to those sorts of debates. Especially in Mary-Beth’s eyes.

Karen had started this primarily for the sake of kicking Sadie into gear, but she did also like to admire Arthur anyway. He was the best man in camp by far at least where the ladies were concerned.

“I mean, look at him. Any girl’d be lucky to get a chance at that feller,” Karen declared, and Tilly huffed slightly as she caught the slight tick of Sadie’s gaze as she glanced at Karen.

“He’s so dreamy… Always so thoughtful, bringing everybody anything they need. He brought me a really pretty pen back at Horseshoe Overlook,” Mary-Beth mused, sounding positively entranced and infatuated. Tilly could not help the barest of huffs as she spoke up with her own contribution.

“He got me a new necklace just the other day,” Tilly pointed out, and she noticed the slight furrow of Sadie’s brow as she clenched her jaw slightly, glancing up at them again.

“Look, I ain’t even talking about just his personality. Just look at the man. He’s ‘bout as fine-looking as it gets,” Karen expressed aloud, not bothering to hold back since he was not in their vicinity and could not hear them.

“I know… He’s the kind of guy in those pretty books with the strapping hero and his little lady,” Mary-Beth

“I don’t know so much about bein’ somebody’s little lady, but I’d be his,” Karen replied, and Mary-Beth nodded wholeheartedly, completely on-board with that notion.

“Y’know, he’s the main character in all my writings,” Mary-Beth lowered her voice a little to make sure no one else outside of their little group heard, and Karen gasped at her with a wide grin, straightening in her seat. Mary-Beth withdrew a little, grinning widely and sheepishly.

“Mary-Beth Gaskill!” Karen declared as if it were terribly scandalous. However, the thought of Arthur ever finding out certainly was scandalous at the very least.

“I can’t help it! He’s… He’s art,” she stated, that dream-filled head of hers coming out with more things that Tilly did not exactly understand the technicalities of given her practical nature. Tilly smiled a little as Karen chuckled wickedly.

“Can I read them sometime?” Karen questioned shortly after that, and Mary-Beth blushed heavily as soon as she asked her question. Karen almost giggled, and Tilly could not help but laugh along. She took another look at Mrs. Adler, curious as to how she was doing with all this right about now.

Sadie was now watching them underneath her hat, her gaze centered primarily on Karen and Mary-Beth due to their more consistent chatter on the subject. Her head was angled down so that no one would really notice her watching, but Tilly could see her very clearly boring holes in their heads.

Now Tilly was not necessarily afraid of Sadie, but she certainly did not want to push her too far, so at the next convenient moment that she saw Grimshaw, she pointed it out to the girls in an attempt to distract them.

“I think she’s looking at us,” Tilly warned them. Karen just grumbled, turning her head to slowly cut her eyes in Grimshaw’s general direction. It was reminiscent of the larger alligators that Tilly had seen in their lazy yet ornery ways that they had when people passed by on horses.

“Well, if she keeps looking, I’ll just stab her eyes out,” Karen announced.

“Karen!” Mary-Beth giggled in spite of herself, momentarily distracted from the Arthur situation.

“What?! If you had the chance, don’t tell me you wouldn’t stick it to the old bag,” Karen told her, but Tilly noticed how she lowered her voice just slightly in the midst of her rebellious statement. Tilly just raised an eyebrow.

“Now, if you’re gonna do her in, you’d be wise to stick with the method I was going with.”

“What’s that?” Karen asked, and Tilly shrugged.

“Poison. It’s subtle and it works fast,” Tilly informed her.

Sadie scoffed a little, some sound close to a laugh leaving her despite her apparent efforts to remain uninvolved. Tilly just smiled at her a little, attempting to encourage her to join in the discussion but Sadie did not look up. It seemed that her overall interest in the conversation was significantly reduced since Arthur was not the subject matter any longer.

“Tilly!” Mary-Beth whisper-yelled in shock again, unable to help her laughter, and Tilly grinned a bit in spite of herself.

“Well, how would you do it, Miss Gaskill?” Karen inquired, putting on a poor attempt at making fun of Grimshaw’s voice when she generally addressed Mary-Beth. Mary-Beth just huffed, shrugging as she looked down at her sewing idly.

“I don’t know… I don’t suppose I really wanna kill her or nothing. She’s just… She could use something to soften her up a little.”

“What? Like a man?” Karen questioned, and Tilly looked between the both of them.

“That’d work,” Mary-Beth conceded, and Karen just scoffed as Tilly looked at her as if she had lost her mind a little.

“Which one of these poor boys are you gonna force to put up with that woman?” Tilly asked, looking at Mary-Beth.

Mary-Beth started to reply, but they all stopped as they spotted Arthur not too far off picking up a bale of hay. They were all silent as they watched him, his forearms flexing with the lift as he took hold of the strings around the bale. Mary-Beth’s jaw went a little slack, and Tilly just watched, not taking her eyes off of him. Karen did not utter a word, but her eyes were certainly expressing some manner of message.

As he passed, he happened to glance in their direction. They all tried to force some semblance of normal to attempt to cover up the fact that they were all staring at him. He offered them a small smile, nodding to them since he could not tip his hat at the moment, and he headed around the wagon out of their line of sight.

As soon as he was not in earshot or did not seem to be, Karen let out an appreciative whistle.

“Mm, mm, mm, that man’s fine,” Karen commented, and Mary-Beth sighed wistfully, trying to find some way to look around the wagon and catch sight of him again despite the fact that it was basically impossible given her position at the moment. Tilly raised her eyebrows, humming agreement with Karen.

Tilly glanced in Sadie’s direction to see if she was looking at them again. As she had suspected, Sadie was once again invested. However, it seemed that her gaze was warring between subtly glaring at the three of them and staring at Arthur as she seemed to do some silent appreciating of her own.

“You see them arms?” Karen commented, fanning herself a little for dramatic effect.

“I’m pretty sure that’s what we were all lookin’ at, Karen,” Tilly replied, trying not to reply too much given the fact that she was honestly not sure what Sadie might do in the near future. However, she was attempting to feign some amount of normality despite the fact that she saw Karen stealing frequent glances at her primary target in this whole ordeal.

One could definitely say that Karen was most certainly not afraid of poking the bear. Of course, one never argued that Karen had a whole lot of good sense when it came to knowing when not to pick a fight.

“Yeah… It’s one of my favorite things about him apart from his eyes. They’re just so full of life and… wonder,” Mary-Beth gushed, and Karen just scoffed dismissively at her as she stole a subtle glance at Karen. The slightest smirk tugged at the corners of her lips, and Tilly sighed deeply, taking another look at Mrs. Adler.

“Now, we were talking about the finer aspects of his physique, not all that book-writing nonsense. Like when he unbuttons the top part of his collar…”

Sadie scoffed once more as she had earlier when she had offered her halfhearted contribution to their conversation. She looked at them, leaning over her saddle as she stared at Karen.

“Ain’t you sweet on Sean?” Sadie came right out and said it, quite obviously trying to challenge the other woman and get her off the subject of Arthur.

Karen took the bait at least partially, instantly on the defense despite the fact that she had aimed to get some manner of reaction out of the other blonde.

“What?!”

“Why don’t we discuss the finer points of Mr. MacGuire?” Sadie pushed further, watching Karen keenly, and Karen raised an eyebrow. Sadie did not appear fazed in the least outwardly, but Tilly could see Sadie shift slightly as Karen changed her demeanor altogether.

“Well, now, Mrs. Adler, you sure do seem awful concerned all of a sudden about Sean when we were clearly talking about Arthur. Sounds almost like I struck a nerve or somethin’.”

“Naw, you ain’t struck no nerve, but I figured you might want to remember that Sean MacGuire’s your man,” Sadie replied, looking far too pleased with herself as she looked back down at her saddle and started to pick it up to go back to Bob with it.

Karen narrowed her eyes, starting to question what she thought she was doing running off so fast when she was suddenly interrupted.

“Oi! What’d she say?!” the aforementioned Irishman spoke up quickly and excitedly from not too far off, and it was quickly apparent why exactly that Sadie had seemed so victorious.

Karen groaned deeply, and Tilly could not help but laugh with Mary-Beth, enjoying the fact that Karen was now on the hook with the enthusiastic young man.

Mrs. Adler’s complicated relationship with Arthur might not have been any of Tilly and Karen’s business, but it sure was fun making it their business.

If only poor old Mary-Beth could wake up and smell the coffee…

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