lucky me i see ghosts

18+ writing Multi-muse & ship blog | female OC muses | All characters written by B

[lavenderhcze]

MADELYN CLINE photographed by dennis leupold for remix magazine (december, 2022)

[madelynclinesource]

Madelyn Cline photographed by Jesse Volk

[indiemorgan]

kylcs​:

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓:  ‘  number 101  ’               𝐅𝐎𝐑: @ironriverstarters​ ( cap at three please )

    “i know this is pathetic, trust me, but this is the first time i’ve ever won something in my life,” he announced to the worker and almost too gleefully accepted the free deli sandwich just for being the hundredth in line that day. however, it was when he was already one bite in that something happened — a mishap of sorts. that crumpled number he had waited in line with had come to reveal he was in fact not supposed to be the recipient of one item on the house. that title belonged to the person who was number one-hundred because kyle had cut in line, or they hadn’t paid attention, he’d assume the latter if confronted. his blue eyes shifted to the crumpled number left on the counter he quickly pocketed while the woman who worked behind the deli counter called number 101, his number.  

It was a little late when Indie looked up from her phone, texting a friend and scrolling through her feed that she noticed the sub she ordered, craved for already had a decent bite taken out of it. Stuffing the phone in her pocket her hands placed on her hips, giving him a glance of disappointment but the damage was done. It was just a sandwich after all, not a big deal in the eyes of the blonde, but she was starving. “Rude.” Indie chuckled. “Here, I’ll just take yours.” She couldn’t be upset over something small, seeing how he seemed happy he won something for the first time, even though it wasn’t exactly for him. “Next time I need a lunch I guess I know who to look for.” She teased, taking the other sub. “Kidding, but I hope you enjoy it Mr. 101.”

[madelynclinebr]

PERFEITA! Novas outtakes de Madelyn Cline, Doug Inglish via Instagram.

[trailsandtumbleweeds]

@cherokeeparkranch

[indiemorgan]

arloxgrant​:

{{ @indiemorgan }}

The night the two spent together was the most relaxed he’d felt in months…maybe years. The flirtatious texts, but ones that were simply hellos, how are yous even if the two of them weren’t with one another they were on each others minds. It’d been a long time he’d wanted to change for someone - be better. The old cynic found himself having hope, drinking less, writing more, inspired. He’d finished up a reclaimed wood dining table that was now a center showpiece at one of the downtown shops he didn’t see himself as a failure. He’d been stuck, maybe Indie was what it took to make him feel like he could move forward, or at least start to. The nights weren’t as lonely hell he’d even shaved and trimmed his hair and didn’t hate the man he saw in the mirror. What he did know, though, was eventually he would tell her what happened, why his hands sometimes tremored or he got jumpy around fireworks, what all his scars meant. Taking a deep breath he checked his phone, four. The time ticked by as he patted his face dry shaking his head a little he couldn’t remember the last time he’d shaved. It was almost like he wanted to impress her. She deserved it. She’d put up with his ass for a decent amount of time. He was scared, though, would she want more and could he give that to her? Stepping from his tiny bathroom looking at Shep, “What?” he asked feeding the dog before getting dressed. “Okay I get it just…stop judging me,” reaching for a pair of jeans white tank and a button up his usual. “Be home later,” he reached for the remote turning on his small TV to the cooking channel, the one he’d assumed was Sheps favorite. Grabbing his wallet and keys Arlo didn’t need much more than that. Well, unless he was playing at an open mic - in which case he’d be grabbing his old acoustic. Not bothering to text back (not his strongest suit). He arrived to the ranch to pick her up smiling as he saw her heading towards him. Reaching over across the passenger side he opened the door for her. “There’s my Valentine.”

The days after being with Arlo, the already happy blonde was seen with an even bigger smile on her face. Thinking about laying in bed with him the rest of the night and the next day, not leaving the blankets and scattered pillows with her lips on his and her body wrapped around him. She was the type to drop everything and help someone, offering her time, babysitting for parents who needed a break even if it was last minute. Indie just seemed more excited to do it lately with someone on her mind. Work on longer days didn’t bother her, loving that she was focused on her job, training new and old horses. Doing odd jobs around the ranch to help speed up time, take pressure off some of the folk she worked with, making sure everything was clean and organized before slipping her work boots off. The showers at the ranch weren’t the most prettiest, but they got the job done. The blonde washing off the smell of horse from her hair and skin, using lavender soap to do so. Blonde strands of hair drying in the sun, changing into a cute black top with a clean pair of jeans that fit over her dusty cowboy boots she’s been wearing for years. Fixing the small ‘M’ necklace around her neck that her father gave her after her mother passed, keeping it close to her heart and remembering the story he told her while he put it around her neck, too big for her at the time. She was young, four years old when her mother wouldn’t be coming home again. Indie didn’t quite understand until a few years later. Hearing his truck, she looked at the time before heading out of the stables. Saying goodbye to people she’ll see tomorrow, rounding the corner to Arlo with a big grin. The blonde hopped in his truck, moving over in the seat towards him for that kiss she wanted. Lips pressing against his without hesitation. “There’s the hottest guy in Iron River.” Indie responded, taking a look at him. “You shaved. It looks really good Arlo.” Smiling, her hand gently touched his face, brushing her thumb over. “Where are you taking me now?” Asking curiously. 

[madelynclinebr]

LINDA! Nova foto de Madelyn Cline via Mimi Cuttrell no Instagram Stories.

[indiemorgan]

ARLO & INDIE

Arlo: You tryna kill me girl?

Arlo: What time you done with work?

Indie: Not intentionally, but you never know

Indie: Around 4. Coming to pick me up? I could use a kiss or two.

[indiemorgan]

arloxgrant​:

Her eyes closed for a brief moment, taking in the soft touch. She was content, able to relax in his arms and drift to sleep quickly if she didn’t open them again, but she did. Looking across her now quiet bedroom, warm in her bed with a man she couldn’t get out of her head. It almost didn’t feel real, that he was staying with her instead of running off like the ones before him. A big smile spread across her face the moment Shep jumped into bed, reminding her of her dogs back home. It was a comfortable feeling, it made her feel safe. She had always felt safe at the ranch, knowing the dogs would bark if they heard anything, the ranch hands guarding the property from anyone trying to break in. Indie didn’t have that same feeling here until now. Her hand lazily reached for Shep, fingers in his golden fur, giving him a few scratches before letting him sleep. She wasn’t expecting Arlo to say anything, confused by what he meant. Not being a good man. The blonde only thought of him as good. Someone she was starting to like, but everyone had secrets. “What do you mean Arlo?” Her position changed, looking up at him with soft eyes and wondering why he spoke like that about himself. If he was even going to answer her question as to why. Hand on his chest, running her fingers down his arm.

[indiemorgan]

ARLO & INDIE

Arlo: Did you get the flowers?

Arlo: Shep made me

Arlo: sorry I'm not great with this valentines stuff

Indie: I love them! Thank you

Indie: Would give you yours, but you're gonna have to see me for it...

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Madelyn Cline

[girlsets]

MADELYN CLINE via Instagram, photographed by Frederic Monceau

[indiemorgan]

arloxgrant​:

Still sitting on him, her hands wrapped around his neck, bringing him closer to her while she tried to catch her breath. Nuzzling her face into his neck while she felt him release inside her, a small quiet moan fell from her lips at the sensation of the warmth it gave her as she kissed the faded marks she left on his neck. Her legs shook for the first time, sore in the best way from riding. And in the moment she didn’t want to let go, holding him tight and close to her for just a minute longer until she watched him lay his head down, still together. A smile was brought to her lips, his being contagious. The blonde stared down at him, lost in his eyes while he called her baby, small butterflies in her stomach. “Hi handsome.” The blonde responded, finally laying her head down against his chest. “I’m happy you woke Shep up to come over here. I didn’t want to be alone after you texted me.” The blonde confessed, giving his cheek a soft kiss, looking up towards him while she laid with him. Her hand coming up to draw soft circles against the skin of his chest with her fingertips, touching him gently. “Will you stay?” Indie finally built the courage to ask Arlo.

[indiemorgan]

marsilia​:

— SOME BOUTIQUE, DOWNTOWN

“Hey, you.” Forgive her, she doesn’t know their name on behalf of the fact they’ve never met before. But desperate times call for desperate measures. “Could I borrow your opinion for a  sec?” In her hands were two tops. Both bold, both sexy and both incredibly expensive. But, she’s in the mood to splurge. “Which one?” Black corset with bright red hearts scattered all over or a nude-colored bodysuit. “We’re going for sexy but modest. It has to say, I’ll let you undress me if you play your cards right. Be brutally honest.”

@ironriverstarters

​“Oh, hey.” Indie didn’t know them, but it never stopped her from talking to strangers in this town. Although she mostly stayed away from Downtown. “Sexy and modest? Get both. See if you were just going for modest, the bodysuit would be perfect, but you still want sexy. I’d wear the corset. Plus it’s cute for Valentines Day.” The blonde gave her opinion, scanning over them again. 

[madelynclinebr]

Beautiful! Madelyn Cline via Instagram Story, 9/03.

[madelynclinesource]

[indiemorgan]

arloxgrant​:

Indie loved the feeling of being in control, hips atop Arlo at a pace she could set. Bouncing at a faster pace and slowing down when she needed before picking it up again while her hands roamed his chest. Head back, moaning uncontrollably above him at a position where her clit just grazed his skin coming down. Her breasts bounced just as much as if she was riding a horse, free from her white tank top that was eagerly placed on the floor minutes ago with her short plaid sleep shorts she carefully picked out before sliding into bed. While her eyes were closed, in that moment her mind was on one thing. The sole feeling of his cock stretching her walls. She didn’t want to forget or waste what it felt like, taking it in and truly enjoying each and every motion of him sliding in and out. It was unlike any pleasure before. It was real this time. He took his time with her, made her feel safe unlike anyone before him. She kept wanting more and more, opening her eyes to see he was real under her. Her lips curved into a smile, showing Arlo just how much she loved it, loved him inside her, filling her full of himself. That he was making her feel this way while desperate moans filled her bedroom that slipped from her mouth over and over. She couldn’t keep them suppressed, not caring that she was being a little too loud in her almost empty house. If someone was down the hall she imagined Arlo having to put his hand over her mouth to shut her up, telling her she needed to be quiet or they would hear. Her eyes flashed down to his mouth on her, whining out while he used his teeth to bite and rode faster, more frantic than before with the need to cum around his perfect cock. “Okay.” She almost whispered, more of a cry while his fingers touched her sensitive clit in efforts to get her to cum around him. Indie started to shake. It was an intense feeling, a feeling she had only brought to herself alone in her bed with her fingers slipped into her pyjama pants when she couldn’t sleep. “I’m going to cum.” She could feel her walls starting to squeeze around his cock, a strong pressure that kept him inside. “Arlo I’m cumming.” Her orgasm hit completely, losing herself around him, hips coming to a full stop and crying out at how good he made her feel while her breathing was heavy. Her lips found his, smiling into the passionate kisses she was leaving on his lips.