#Charles smith

[mrheymister]

I've been hanging around thr clemens point camp just observing and Charles has me legitimately concerned. He's is often one of the last to to go to bed (he stays up till like, 3am) and always one of the first to rise at like 6 in the morning.

Sir. SIR. I mean, same. But Please get more rest than that you are stressing me out

[limp-macaroni-biscuit]

This fandom is hell 😭😭

😶 is it casual guys?

[montyeugene]

charles!

[pinep-ne]

Smooch!!!

[madscientistreaction]

charles

[lavandulastorms]

Ouhhh they’re tired

[bluebird-ascended]

they should give the cowboys youtube

[gunpowdernlead]

I may have posted Micah more than anything, but my true favorite man is Charles 🩷

[iiriptheslit]

fem charles (charlotte?) on a horse

[lemmeurs]

i love that if you're a rdr2 fan, you're either obsessed with javier, charles, sean or kieran. that's it. those are the categories.

[nthinteractions]

Chapter 3, Charles and Lenny, conversation

L: Good food...

C: Sure.  

L: And fine conversation.  

C: Why you feel the need to talk so much?  

L: Why you feel the need for silence?  

C: I guess I prefer people when I don't have to listen to them...

L: Point taken.

[ayesopod]

how kind of john to participate despite his injuries

[johnsbunny]

Ss by me ♡

[charles-smith-pillow-princess]

For your zoomies: Charthur (pre/post) coitus interuptus? These two are so funny in embarrassing situations, especially if they try to insist something innocent was occurring.

Sadie huffed, dismounting to lead her horses over to the hitching post outside the barn. She looped Bob’s reigns through the sturdy iron ring before approaching her newest charge. 

The stallion looked at her in utter contempt as she untied his reigns from Bob’s. She glared him down as she fixed him to the same ring. It’d been a long journey—she wasn’t up for any of his usual ill-tempered nonsense. 

“You behave while I find your new best friend,” she muttered to him, fixing him with a firm look before stepping away towards the cabin. 

The curtains were drawn, though that didn’t mean much. Sadie stepped up onto the small porch and knocked on the door. “Mr. Callahan?” 

There was a beat of silence, then low cursing as something thumped to the floor inside. 

“Sadie?” Arthur’s voice rang out, just a tad strangled.

Sadie shook her head. Damn fool must have lost his head for time, livin’ out in the sticks like this. “Sure is.”

“That really you out there?”

Sadie put her hands on her hips. “You expectin’ Santa Claus?” 

The door cracked open a moment later. Arthur stuck his torso half through the door. He was clearly bare at least down to the waist, and his hair was mussed.

Sadie cocked a brow, giving the man a slow once over just to see him blush. It seemed she’d interrupted them.

Arthur gathered himself, managing to look annoyed despite the crimson of his ears framing his weathered, drawn down brow. “You’re a day early,” he complained.

Sadie felt her grin widen. Oh, she’d definitely interrupted. 

“No I ain’t,” she shot back.

Arthur scratched at the back of his neck, bicep bulging. ��What day is it?”

Sadie held back a laugh. “What—its Friday, you fool. The same day I told you man in there I was gonna be here!” 

“Shit. Sorry, hard to keep track out here sometimes.”

“Yes,” she said, remembering the feeling. She and jake had wiled away plenty of their own work days in bed. “I see you and Mr. Smith have finally accomplished your dream of escapin’ civilization.” 

Arthur shrugged, looking pleased despite himself. “It's sure peaceful,” he drawled, looking over his shoulder at where Charles must have still been scrambling to get himself presentable.

“It’s very nice, Arthur,” Sadie said, genuine. Then she cocked her head, letting a little of her annoyance at being kept on the porch like a traveling salesman shine through. “Now, you gonna let me in?”

“Gimme a minute,” Arthur said, making to shut the door.

Sadie stuck her boot in, grinning. “Gotta get decent, huh?”

Arthur snorted. “Ain’t never been decent. Gotta get pants on, though. We’ll be right out.”

Sadie grinned, wicket. “Charles is bein’ awful quiet,” she sang through the doorway. 

Arthur’s flush came back in full force. “Give us a minute I said!”

Sadie crossed her arms, but moved her boot to allow Arthur to shut the door in her face. 

She wondered if he’d even realized that he’d forgotten to take off the dog collar that hung around his neck. 

[suansusu]