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He lay alongside you with a flower in his brown, short, messy hair, to the fields of poppies and marigolds, the unending summer and sunshine that filled your skin with an everlasting brilliance.
He gazed at you with such tenderness. Such kindness made your heart flutter and fly like the birds that flew by you both.
He sees your fingertips form a beautiful flower crown, petals dropping to your pastel green skirts, and you have such joy in your eyes that Gallagher wishes he could drop on his knee right now.
He wanted that this moment would stay with him forever, but he knew deep down that it would not.
Being around such beauty as you made Gallagher smile, from the dirt under your fingernails, to the way your skin tone appears under the sun's rays and the glitter from the lake.
“What are ya lookin’ at?” You say this to him while laughing, making Gallagher blink quickly as the idea of marrying you here now vanished from his mind.
The young man made an effort to conceal his blush so you wouldn't see how nervous he was.
Gallagher, now positioned on his side, flashed a smile towards you as he adjusted the toothpick nestled in his mouth. “Nothin’.” He now directs his attention to the flowers beneath him and picks a few poppy petals with his fingers.
As he watches you complete the flower crown and lay it on his head, he poses the question. “I’m gon’ be sheriff, ain’t that nice?”
Your once bright smile disappears, and you shrug. “Don’t know if that’s really nice Gallagher, it’s dangerous..”
Gallagher sighs, taking the flower crown off of his head to look at it and then at you again.
“Oh come now (Y/n). Ain’t ya proud of me?”
You glanced down at the flower crown he was holding, clenched in a sort of rage, and you gave him a single nod.
“I am….”
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Your bedroom was filled with the enchanting morning light that made you feel as though the sun was wrapping itself around you and caressing your bare back.
Regrettably, the act of waking up proved to be the most challenging aspect of your day, and today was particularly dreadful. Upon opening your eyes, you were greeted by a pounding headache following a night of only a few hours of sleep..
You just wanted to lie in bed and inhale the scent of gunpowder and whiskey on your pillows from the man who came here last night.
Wait—
You jolted up, nearly letting out a scream as you looked about desperately to see whether the man was still around, but to your relief, everything was intact and quiet.
Feeling such emptiness caused you to bite your lower lip, elevating yourself slightly up so you could peep towards the bathroom door and see something gleaming in your eyes. You raised your brow but paid no attention.
You sighed as your hair stuck to your sticky cheeks, blinking away the crust in your eyes before falling face-first onto your pillows.
Another day of work.
To you, getting ready for your job was as simple as tightening your corset and slipping into a baby blue dress with lots of white frills and lace, as well as matching long stockings that went up to your thighs.
Your hair was sticking straight up, and even though you were having trouble using bobby pins, you managed to hold your look in place by applying the most basic makeup possible: blue eye shadow, charcoal for mascara, and ruby red lips.
The more you thought about the dazzling object, the more you were unable to shake it from your mind. As a result, you gradually turned away from your chair and approached it silently before picking it up.
You grasped it within your palms and tilted your head slightly.
It was a metal star with writing upon it that caused you to squint. When you finally managed to decipher the text above the shimmering metal star, you were left bewildered.
"Galaxy Ranger?" You whisper, your brow furrowing in puzzlement. You needed to hide this somewhere safe, but where?
You looked down between your breasts.
It wouldn't be worth looking down there...
After giving it some thought while cradling it in your bosom, you hurried downstairs to open your tavern.
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Mixing drinks wasn't your thing, but your bartender had called it off today, so you had to do it all yourself, but the tips would be appreciated.
For it was a slow morning, the afternoon was a little livelier, and you were making a cocktail for a lone cowboy when you had the impression that someone was watching you from a distance, so you turned to look over your shoulder and found no one there.
"Are ya done?" The man says, scratching his mustache, and you let out a sigh. "Yeah, here's ya drink." You pass the cocktail to him on your right. You picked up a beer pint glass to wipe away the residue and suds by letting it reflect in the light, but when you placed it on the counter, your eyes were startled as a robotic hand appeared.
This smooth fuck.
His back was facing you, machine arms splayed across your counter, holding something folded like a piece of paper between his fingers. You had to comply and smile. "Finally payin' for the drink?"
"Naw.." He drawled meticulously and flicked his hat up, but you couldn't see his eye since his bang was in the way, though you could see the mischievous smirk he gave you. "This for ya cutie..."
Boothill taps his two fingers as if signaling that you should accept the piece of paper; you hesitate but open it slowly and carefully, rolling your eyes.
"Ya gave me a picture of you?" You lifted the wanted poster. Boothill snorts, making a twirling motion with a finger for you to reveal what's written on the back.
You began by slowly turning the paper to read the writing, lowering yourself slightly to improve your visibility in the light, and scanning the page with your eyes. Boothill leaned slightly closer, his back still to the pub table, as if noticing something between your chest and wondering if this was the metal he lost.
He curls a hand behind his back and tilts closer to you, then completely turns around to snake his fingers into your chest.
You were so preoccupied that you failed to notice his hand until you felt something cold against your skin. A tiny squeak escaped from you and you glared at Boothill while he successfully removed the metal star from between your breasts and planted a kiss on it. "Thanks doll, was lookin' for this.."
"Y-you..you!" You ran out of words to say, so you grabbed the closest cloth to you and started hitting Boothill with it. The paper you didn't finish fell on the floor right beside your heel. He let out a boisterous laugh and began to grip his stomach, wiping tears away from his eyes.
With your cheeks flushed, you folded your arms across your chest, only to become more flushed as Boothill leaned in and purred in your ear. "Come on love.. lost for words? Maybe I can help ya find 'em... well more so ya shoutin' them out...."
Turning around slightly, eyes half-lidded, you found yourself drawn to this cyborg, and he felt the same way as Boothill rested both palms against the counter, staring down at you like vulnerable prey.
You eyed him up and down, raising a sharp brow. Boothill wanted to pounce on you, force you to the floor, tie you up, and make you moan his name in front of all these men. His smirk grew, exposing his sharp teeth he so desperately wanted to mark you with.
He desperately needed—
You were both interrupted by a clearing of the throat, followed by a cloud of smoke being blown in your direction.
"Am I interruptin' somethin'?" Gallagher draws out, a dimly lit cigar dangled from his lips, casting an eerie glow upon his exhausted features, eyes flashed with a malicious look.