#but abigail deserves the best

[bibseeboo]

[driedbloodondeadflies]

i’m gonna come out and say it: i don’t find alana bloom annoying and the number of people saying that is misogynistic

[uncanny-tranny]

In discussions about mental health, I am so tired of the only voices mattering being other people or other people who do not deal with a condition/disorder or a specific situation.

"Here's how I deal with loved ones with [x] condition!"

"If you do [y] because of [x mental health reason], you're selfish and everybody who loves you is having their lives made harder by you!"

"If your symptoms are [z], you're gross, and you deserve no sympathy for struggling"

I understand to an extent why people do this, but holy hell, as somebody who struggles and struggles often, the last thing any of us need to be told is that we're a burden that others have to carry. And it's terrible how everybody else's feelings but ours matter - even if we are the ones most affected by our condition or situation.

If you are dealing with issues surrounding your mental health and well-being, know that everything above isn't true; you are worthy of patience, understanding, kindness, and love. You are worthy of being listened to without judgment. You don't have to apologize or "make up" for who you are or what you struggle with.

[bredforloyalty]

read for filth again huh

[calkale]

I finished rdr2 :)

[lovearthur]

𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆

arthur morgan's love letter to u! (fem!reader and inspired by @cranberrv)

𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓻, "𝓷𝓪𝓶𝓮"

i was never good with words, you know that. hell, i feel silly even writing this to you, not knowing how you feel about the gang and everything too.

i will take you to rhodes if it means you won't tell the women about this letter, they will annoy and tease me about it till i die. I've been thinking about you a lot, [name]. I've been thinking about you ever since you helped me to my tent while I was my... drunken self. you were so kind to me even though I was making a fool out of myself, and im sorry if I was unkind to you in any way.

abigail set me straight and made me realise that she's right, i'm sweet on you. been sweet on you for a long while now, just didn't believe you would feel the same for an old bastard like me. you deserve better than that, better than me.

you're a good girl, [name]. a sweet girl, but i ain't a good man, and you know that. i ain't no good-doer, but i like you. a lot. I'd try my best to be a better man for you, really, i will. i haven't felt this way since... never mind, she's not important right now, i dont feel like that to her anymore. what I'm trying to say is, is that I'd go to hell and back for you. i mean it. you mean a lot to me.

i know this will come as... odd since im never really in camp since im always busy with the gang and all, but I will make it up to you when I can. i promise you that i will try my goddamn best.

i was thinking once I come back to camp if we can go on a ride, just me and you. away from all this for a while before the night sets in... or in the morning.

whichever you prefer. i don't mind.

𝓐 . 𝓜

[brujahinaskirt]

you guys ever think about the possibility that john abandoned abigail & jack because he knew he couldn't do it, knew arthur would step in, and knew that arthur would do a better job of being a person they deserve. just—violently exiting the overwhelming situation because you don't fit into it, can't imagine a you who does fit into it, are not willing to contort yourself in order to try (and fail). so the best thing you can do for everyone (or so you tell yourself) is to remove yourself, to erase yourself without a goodbye, so your absence (and a shared resentment of you by the people who love/d you) tears a hole that a better-fitting man will fill

[corruptedcaps]

Wedding Hells

Abby was happy she finally managed to convince her best friend Lindsay to not marry her fiancé James. Abby had learned that James was secretly the head of the crime family in town and was involved in every dirty deal going.

As happy as Abby was, James was pissed. When Abby came over to pick up some of Lindsay’s belongings he made she sure she knew.

“Well if it isn’t the do gooder little friend who tricked my fiancé into leaving me. I hope you’re proud.” He said with venom.

“Tricked her? I told her the truth of who you really are you creep and soon I’m going to tell everyone as well. Your days not behind bars are numbered.” Abby said straight to his face expecting to see him bubble up with rage but instead he broke into a smile.

“You have a fire and strength in you I had noticed before. You’ll do just am fine as my wife instead.” He said walking over to Lindsay’s never worn dress.

“You’ve lost it now, good luck with your life, or should I say you’re 25 to life.” She said turning on her heel. However within a feel feet she felt the white fabric of the wedding dress draped over her head. Within seconds it seemed to come alive and squeeze down her body.

“What... the... hell...” Abby said trying to rip it off her but found it was too tight.

“You see Lindsay never knew about who I really was but she was going to be my second in command in my growing criminal empire. I had big expansion plans but needed someone I knew would be loyal and ruthless. That’s where this magic dress came in.” James said matter of factly as Abby continued to struggle.

The dress had started to push off her clothes and toss them aside as it enveloped her body and sealed her in. She was quickly dressed as a bride to be but that’s when the real changes began.

The dress constricted her stomach making it hard to breath for a second. However Abby soon felt her belly shrink to match the tight waist of the dress. It actually felt good.

“Oh what are you doing to me you bastard! It feels... it feels... so goooood.” She moaned as her chest heaved outward as two massive tits grew outward from her modest pair.

“You don’t think I became kingpin without the help of the dark arts do you? Soon you’ll understand. When you become the Queenpin.” James said laughing.

Abby should of been furious with him but for some reason she was more turned on then ever before. The word Queenpin making her wet everything she thought it.

“Oh fuck I hate you James you big dick fuck! Once I’m free of this I’m going to fuck your brains out! Wait noooo! I don’t want that! I neeeeed that. No this is wrong!” She said moaning again as her conflicted emotions fought each other.

“You’re right, this is wrong but doesn’t it feel so good to be bad? No more morals, no more caring what anyone thinks? Just taking what you deserve, which is everything! Embrace it Abby, embrace being a bitch!” He said, tempting her.

Abby’s body continued to change as her mind was at war with itself. Her skin took on a healthy tan, sexy makeup was applied generously to her face. Her hair became thick, long and luxurious.

If there hadn’t been a mirror nearby that day, she might have saved her soul. As her eyes made contact with her reflection she found herself drawn into the cold, permanent bitch faced, goddess that was staring back. James was right, she thought, why should she not have everything she ever wanted? A beauty like her deserved the world and if wasn’t going to be given it she would need to take it.

As the good parts of her psyche were replaced by her new meaner, more cutthroat persona her struggling ceased. Her posture straighten into a classical pose and all resistance faded. Her lips curled into a wicked smile as she eyed James not with disgust any longer but with desire.

“Abby? That’s such a childish name. It’s Abigail from now on. Do I look like some immature child?” She said arching herself against a wall so she could shove out her butt. James mouth was agape.

“Sweetheart you’ll catch flies looking like that, how about you come over here and use it on more expensive tastes?” She said with a purr dripping in lust. James didn’t waste any time as he quickly grabbed her and kissed her deeply. Abigail moaned softly as he did, loving how he tasted. Lindsay had always said he was a good lover and now she was about to find out.

Removing the dress, Abigail found herself in some sexy white lingerie, a by product of the magic dress. She pushed James onto the nearby bed and posed sexily for him.

“When we fuck darling, I don’t want to hear Abby, or Abigail come from that mouth of yours. I want to hear only Queenpin, understand?” Abigail said authoritatively, making James get harder.

“Of course… Queenpin.” Her growled making her as wet as he was hard. Strutting over to him she took out his impressive cock and lowered her tight pussy on top.

“Mmmm a perfect fit… Kingpin.” She purred as she started to rise up and down.

The next few hours were a blur of sexual juices, screaming and grunting. By the time they were done Abigail had forgotten ever being Abby. In her mind she had always been Abigail, a tough and brutal but also outrageously beautiful crime boss.

James had planned on telling his men to fall in line and treat her like a boss too but she slipped into the role so easily that they were too scared to disobey her. Within a week she had doubled James’ profits with her ruthless ways. While James was a perfectly cruel and calculating leader, Abigail was literally created to be bad. She was the model of evil.

However not everyone was as impressed as James, namely his ex-fiancée and Abby’s old best friend, Lindsay. She confronted Abigail one day on the street and pleaded with her to tell her what had been done to her but Abigail just looked at her coldly.

“Do I know you? Regardless no one speaks to me like that, I am Queenpin of this city and I could have you disappeared like that.” She said snapping her fingers. When she did, her two burly bodyguards seized Lindsay and threw her into the trunk of Abigail’s luxury tow car.

Sliding in Abigail smirked as she heard the muffled banging of Lindsay.

“It’s no use dear, even if anyone heard you they’re all too afraid to say anything. You don’t have that fear but you will soon. Once I break you you’ll be employed indefinitely as my new live in maid and sex slave. You’re exactly what I need to help me prepare for my upcoming wedding.” Abigail said callously as she put on her designer sunglasses and her driver headed towards her mansion.

THE END

[invaderzia1]

alternate universe swap, panic attack mentions

the night before Sebastian had got in a fight with the farmer, it was misplaced anger and emotions really. He knows the moment he raises his voice he’s in the wrong but he just can’t stop, not when they risk their life each day at the mines. Sebastian knows as good as anyone the danger of the mines, having lived next to them for most of his life. he has seen adventurers go in and be carried out on gurneys plenty of times. so he doesn’t understand why they continue to go down.

the fight is bad, really bad and he knows he’s the asshole, but the farmer doesn’t say anything and they just lock him out of the bedroom for the night, going to bed and leaving Sebastian to lay on the couch. it makes Sebastian wonder if he really deserves the farmer, who not once raised their voice at him, just let him yell and get his emotions out.

sebastian wakes up and expects to see the farm house, the one he fell asleep in, only to find Abigail. he wants to freak out, but slowly leaves bed and sees that he’s not at his house. he panics and tries to leave the house, barely noticing the photos of him and Abby hanging in the living room. no he just runs out into the middle of town, internally freaking out at the idea of ending up in Abby’s bed.

He rushes to the farm, trying to find his loving partner when he hears laughing and giggling, laughs he recognizes as the farmer and Sam??? No that can’t be right. as he makes it down the path to their farm, he sees Sam and the farmer on the porch, Sam holding them close as he presses kisses to their face. this can’t be right, this must be a nightmare.

he wants to throw up. wants to march up to the farm and make a scene about the farmer cheating on him, but he has a horrible gut feeling. looking down at his phone, he notices his background is a photo of him and …. Abby?? no it’s supposed to be farmer, why the fuck would it be Abby?

no its definitely a nightmare, his breathing picks up and he struggles to do any of them breathing techniques the farmer had taught him, the situation far to weird for them to even work.

his phone blows up with texts from Abby, calling him babe and asking why he ran out so fast. it’s all too much, he can’t fucking figure it out. so he rushes away from the farm to the only place he thinks he can go, back home to his mom. luckily she’s in the front yard carving some wood, he rushes up, looking like a hot mess still on his pajamas and still having a panic attack. Robin drops her gear and rushes to his side, asking if him and Abby are alright, which only further causes him to freak out. Robin rushes inside, saying she’ll call Abby over to help, leaving Sebastian alone with his thoughts as he struggles to breath. he quickly yells out no, which stops Robin in her tracks.

she rushes back to her son and thinks maybe they are fighting. so she helps Sebastian to his feet and helps him inside, to the dining room. she tries her best to calm him down, which helps to get him speaking, which is progress.

Sebastian must sound like a fool when he asks what happened to him and the farmer, which causes Robin to laugh, but immediately feel bad. She explains how he always rejected the farmer, so they started dating Sam. she adds a quick comment about how she thought him and the farmer would’ve made a cute couple, but that he was too nervous around them. she then explained how after the farmer and Sam got married, he accepted Abigail’s pestering for a date. Sebastian eyes widen in realization, almost having another panic attack at the revelation.

he ends up walking back to his “house”, Abby running up and hugging him when he returns. it doesn’t feel right, not like the farmer used to hug him. it’s like she’s not really in it, just going through the motions. it hurts, knowing he fumbled the farmer so hard in this timeline. He seeks privacy in his bedroom, opening his phones notes app and reading through his secret journals he’s kept, a habit he started in high school.

god his life seems depressing, he never dated the farmer, so they never pushed him to pursue a different job, so he stayed with his old coding job. it seems like he’s aware Abby isn’t happy in their relationship either, but she’s only staying for the stability it brings and just going through the motions of being an alright partner, as if he’s holding her back in life. and even now, his alternate timeline self is still in love with the farmer, hopelessly pining for them even after rejecting them.

he thinks maybe this is all his fault, maybe the universe is showing him what could have been. he pulls the covers up and hides in them, hoping that if he goes back to sleep, it’ll all be over like a bed dream.

When he wakes up, he finds himself back on the couch in the farm house, as if he had never left. immediately he rushes from the couch and to the bed room, knocking on the door to apologize to his loving partner.

[stardew-requests]

could you do some bachelor and/or bachelorettes with an insecure female farmer? if not thats totally cool!

Here are some hcs for the bachelorettes!

Abigail: Abigail's no stranger to feeling insecure. She'll try to hide it, she really will, but she can't help but ask "Do you still love me?" every other night. The farmer will just chuckle and reply "Of course I do. Do you still love me?". To which Abigail would respond with a kiss and say "Duh". It's nice knowing that you're on the same page with her and knowing that insecurities are never an obstacle between you. If anything, it brings you closer together.

Emily: She isn't especially vocal with her feelings; she prefers to let actions speak for themselves. But when your love language is words of affirmation, it's easy to get in your head. Emily is very intuitive and knows when you're feeling insecure, and she steps right up to shower you in love and attention without you even having to say anything. For her, it's easy to forget that actions don't always speak louder than words, but she's always more than willing to give you the reassurance you need. Because you deserve to hear it.

Haley: She used to eat insecure people for breakfast. She's never been one to be insecure... Until you. Wondering if she even deserved you, worried you secretly resent her for how rude she'd been when you first met. So when you're feeling insecure, she's baffled by it. How could you feel insecure when you're so amazing? But you tell her how you feel and she listens intently, and then she understands. Because she feels the same way at times. She tells you that you never have anything to worry about, that she adores you above anything else, and that you're always welcome to talk to her about it, so long as she can do the same.

Leah: Leah does a really good job at expressing her feelings for you, but sometimes you feel insecure anyway. And that's okay! Because she takes it as a queue to go all out for you! Maybe paint you something special or plan a sweet date together. She sees it as a challenge, and you know what? She always wins. 

Maru: While romantic in her own right, Maru can be a little out of touch. When she gets caught up in her work, she tends to disconnect from everything else. She certainly doesn't mean to. But when she gets distant, it's easy to feel insecure. The best thing to do is just go up to her and say "I need more attention, I've been feeling insecure". Bluntness is key. Immediately she'll snap out of it and being to apologize. She didn't mean to make you feel that way! She wants to do everything she can to make you feel loved!

Penny: For every time you've felt insecure, trust me, Penny's felt that tenfold. She doesn't like show it, but she often worries that you've changed your mind about her or that you're losing feelings for her. While she's determined to keep it inside, it can be coaxed out of her if you start the conversation. If you tell her about your insecurities, she'll eventually tear up and begin to pour out her worries to you. By the end, you both were able to bring up your insecurities and have the other reassure you with softness and love.

[devnmon]

dating sadie adler, kisser of women hcs ♡

obviously i had to do this for my bbg sadie. she deserves MORE appreciation and if nobody will write for her I WILL!!!! i gladly will. i love her, so enjoy these! luv u all!

[also just pretend this is historically accurate bye!]

Sadie is a very intelligent woman... she knows how to hunt, how to use a gun, who knows what else is in that brain of hers. She must have so many hidden talents and skills, and you intend to find out what.

Though her addition to the group was somewhat abrupt, you and Abigail do your best to make her feel welcome. You aren't sure if Sadie feels the comfort that you hope your words provide to her at first. Once the group moves to Clemens Point, you find she's coming out of her shell little by little. You see it in her pristine new outfit when she returns from a run with Arthur, and the way she holds herself is much different than before.

This new version of Sadie Adler was fiery, confident and stickin' it to the man– you quickly found out not to get on her bad side. Though you think you'd let her do anything to you if it were the right situation.

The minute Sadie realizes what she's feeling for you is more than platonic... it takes her back a step. She never thought she'd find someone other than Jake to want in that way– but here you are. You're always at her side, perfect to her, and she will protect you like her life depends on it. When she silently swallows her feelings and pretends she doesn't care, you notice.

You all but have to drag her out of camp in the middle of the night to get a minute alone with her; otherwise there's prying eyes and others whose attention you really didn't wish to grab.

Once the two of you are alone you'll go off on how she's been avoiding you at every turn, rambling on and on like you'd done something wrong. "What happened to you?" you'd ask. She sighs and goes "You happened to me."

"I've been a fool. Do you hate me? What have I done?" statements flow from her when she notices you're silent, staring while she stutters over confessing her feelings. It's at that point you shut her up by kissing her and you can almost hear the sparks flying from the two of you. There's a big ass smile on her face afterwards and she kisses you in between her smiles. Sadie Adler is a smitten fool for you.

She's observant, patient and good with her hands. That is: she teaches you how to shoot a rifle, since you're more comfortable to ask her. She gladly shows you, and when you think you've got it, her arms surround you from behind to adjust your aim– and you're blushing. After she takes her hands away, you're flustered by the loss and silently begging for her to put them back.

Will match outfits with you nonchalantly as a statement to your relationship with her. Like say you're wearing an outfit with blue or white, she'll wear a blue scarf and her white shirt to match you. She'll even give you a piece of her jewelry to wear in that instance, or get you a piece of your own to match hers. Sadie's sentimental & cute like that!!!

Sadie will also leave you notes secretly, to which you fawn over every time. She also definitely gushes over the ones you leave her, when you compare her to the sweet flowers you pick for her. [Arthur noticed how hard she was blushing one time and got curious, she's had to read your notes in private ever since!]

Definitely gets veryyy touchy and affectionate when she's had a few drinks. She's slurring out "Heyyy pretty girlll I know where you can find a nice place to stay for the night..." in your ear and you have to excuse yourselves in *attempt* to get her to sleep.

Sadie is definitely the type to say "i owe you a hundred kisses" if you had a bet with her about something. Usually it was silly, harmless contests that either of you could compete against each other in playfully.

Sadie also introduced you to pranks, which she loves to pull on the other guys. One time the two of you messed with Arthur, sending him silly letters from someone named "Hugh Janus". The two of you tried to hold in your laughs when he got frustrated and yelled out "WHO THE HELL IS HUGH JANUS??" in camp unprompted.

Sadie is a huge cuddler at night, intertwining her whole body with yours to keep warm, especially when it gets chilly at night. There's not a smidge of space to have for yourself, it's shared with her always. Other examples of this are her linking her pinkie finger with yours when you're standing around the group. She loves physical touch so much that she'll do anything to have her skin on yours no matter what; if it's riding on the back of the same horse, or pouring her a drink, she's making some sort of contact. It's her way to say "I'm here & I love you". She's such a sweetheart to you.

NSFW

Yeah Sadie is a top this Sadie is a top that... may I suggest... she's a switch. On rare occasions, Sadie Loves being on her knees for you. She's a real freak like that. She'll beg and beg and beg until you cave and give her what she wants: you.

“Please, stop teasin’ me, just give me what I want. You know I’ll return the favor, sweet girl.” Her raspy voice, her gentle commands, her pretty thighs spread for you..

But when she's in control? Oh it's absoluuutely over for you. She'll praise you constantly cause she knows it's what you want to hear. “Doin’ so good for me, pretty girl. C’mon, let me hear you, use your words. I know you can.. Such a good girl.”

Her soft little whimpers & pleas as she climbs higher & higher. she’s so desperate for release & your touch, she’s basically sobbing for it. her eyes never leave you once she hears the same needy whine come from your side of the room, wanting to watch you come undone from the sight of her spread out for you.

You can't tell me she doesn't get off on you pulling her hair when it's in a messy braid. You love to run your fingers through it and grip, but it's too hot out for that. Plus she thinks it's easier for her braid to be pulled, and fucking loves it.

Her skilled hands could make you a whimpering mess, easily. She knows her way around, and boy if she isn't good at what she does.

"There you go, you got it, takin me so well..." in that accent of hers.. You'll fold every time. “Oh, look at you, pretty girl. Fallin’ apart for me so easily. D'ya know how whipped you got me?" Yeah, she's a lady who knows how to rive you crazy.

Then again... she's a goddamn tease. Especially if you've been bratty? Oh it's over for you. She feels your body up and down, making you work for any other sensual touches by begging. It's music to her ears. She lovesss to make you work for it.

She'll take her time for however long edging you with her fingers, then her tongue, and once you've had about two orgasms from just that, she sticks her strap inside you and gets another.

For aftercare, she'll ask you if you're feeling alright and lay with you after she cleans you up. Usually the both of you fall asleep afterwards, or take a bath or a shower before you do. Her brown eyes shine in the light while she tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and kisses your cheeks while you lie together.

[the-goose-caboose]

What your stardew valley bachelor/bachelorette says about you

In my opinion

Which is correct

Bachelorettes

Penny

You’re boring I’m sorry, you crave a life so simple that the only way I can describe it is beige

Leah

You heard “girl who does art and lives in the woods” and turned your brain off from there, you’re either super nice or a horrible person

Maru

You though crypto was cool at some point but you are now violently against it

Abigail

You started to like her because she has purple hair and after her 2 heart event you were head over heels. Also you deeply wish you could eat items that are not edible

Haley

Masochist, pretty women who hate you is your type and you knew that she was the one you’d marry the moment you saw her.

Emily

You’re absolutely an incredibly kind person. You just enjoy stuff and have been championing cringe culture is dead for years

Bachelors

Alex

I assume you were doing all of the bachelors and you realized you actually really liked his story. Also I have to imagine you use a male farmer

Elliott

You get way more hate than you deserve. You love dark academia.

Harvey

I trust you implicitly, you give off incredibly good vibes. You’re sleep deprived but you’re doing your best.

Sam

You have 20 curated playlists for each specific mood

Sebastian

You’re incredibly basic but that’s ok, because you’re either an incredibly competent writer or artist (and if you say you’re not then you’re wrong)

Shane

No you cannot fix him. You loved shadow the hedgehog as a kid.

And finally

Krobus

You are lovely and perfect in every way. You are correct.

[pursuedbyamemoryy]

Hope you're having a good day/night! I come with a request if you want to write it (if not then that's cool!) What about a Charles Smith x reader where it's like 2 or three months after leaving with him to help the Wapiti people and reader finds out shes pregnant, and is super worried to tell him because of everything going on, of course he finds out though.

a promising future

☆ thank you for requesting! i love charles so much and i had fun writing this, i hope you enjoy reading <3 !!

warnings - pregnancy ( lmk if i'm missing any ! )

w/c - 1.8k

it had been nearly three months since the downfall of the van der linde gang. you and charles had decided to stay up north with the wapiti people and help them get to safety, rather than go back to beaver hollow. this gang had meant a lot to you, and the fact that it was falling apart was hard for you. you were close to so many members, including a couple who had unfortunately already passed away. you knew it was inevitable, but you had decided you’d rather not see the absolute end, so you stayed with charles. he was all you needed anyways, he was the love of your life, and he meant everything to you.

you and charles helped rains fall and the wapiti people pack up and move up north to canada, helping them get away from colonel favours and the army, in hopes of giving them as much freedom and peace as possible. you were happy to help, rains fall and his people were nothing but kind to you, and they deserved the best they could get. however with the stress of helping them out, you started to feel sick, and oh so exhausted. it’s just stress. i’m not resting enough. i haven’t been drinking enough water. you tried to convince yourself. deep down you knew that wasn’t true, but you didn’t want to add any more stress to you or charles’ life.

you and charles hadn’t exactly been careful when you’d slept together recently. you hadn’t had much time to yourselves, so you took advantage of every moment alone, which resulted in neither of you caring about where he finished. you had been around when abigail was pregnant with jack, and you had a lot of the same symptoms she did back then. there was no doubt in your mind that you were pregnant, and you were terrified.

you wanted to tell charles, you really did, but with everything going on these past few months you could never find a good time. you figured the last thing he needed right now was to be told that he was going to be a father, that you had a baby on the way. you knew that normally, under any other circumstances he’d be happy. but now he was working day and night, doing what he could to help the tribe get settled, helping with the sick, and getting them what they needed. you didn’t want him to worry about you and your baby on top of that.

you knew charles had noticed you were out of sorts, of course he had. he was very observant when it came to you especially, and you caught him looking at you worriedly here and there over the past few weeks. he knew you’d come to him when you were ready to talk, so he didn’t pry.

you were lost in your thoughts, helping with the laundry with some other tribe members. you heard someone come up behind you and rest their hand on your shoulder, you knew immediately who it was. he brushed your hair to the side, kissing your neck gently. you leaned into his touch, humming happily.

“hi charles” you said with a smile.

“hi, my love,” he said, placing another soft kiss to your jaw. “i was going to go out and hunt and get something for dinner, i was wondering if you’d like to come with me?”

you smile, and nod. “yeah sure, i’m just about finished with laundry anyways.” you wrung the water out of the shirt you were washing, laying it out on a rock to dry. standing up, you wiped your hands on your skirt and turned around to face charles, grabbing his hand as he led you to your horses.

“have you found any good hunting spots around here yet?” you say, patting taima gently and making your way over to your own horse, tightening his saddle and giving him a sugar cube.

“i found one decent spot close to here that had a bunch of deer, other than that i haven’t had much time to hunt.” he made sure taima’s saddle was secure and mounted her, waiting for you to do the same.

you hummed in response, mounting your own horse and riding beside charles out of the tribe’s current camp.

the ride was quiet, but not awkward. there was a lot of comfortable silence between the two of you, which you never minded. he led you a short while away from camp to a grassy clearing next to a thick grove of trees, where you saw a herd of deer lazily grazing.

he held his finger up to his lips, motioning you to be quiet so you didn’t scare away the deer. you nodded, slowly and quietly getting off your horse and drawing your bow from your saddle bag, charles doing the same.

you crouched down next to him, stealthily making your way closer to the deer. you got close enough that you’d be able to land a good shot, but still far enough away that you wouldn’t scare the herd. you both drew your bows, aiming at different deer. charles landed a clean shot, and while yours wasn’t as clean you both managed to take down the two deer with just one arrow each.

charles looked over at you with a smile, “nice work as always, my love.” he grabbed one of your hands, kissing the back of it gently.

“i could say the same to you.” you said with a smile.

you both stand up, making your way over to the deer, slinging the one you killed over the back of your horse and securing it. usually a quick hunt such as this wasn’t too tiring, but you were quickly starting to feel exhausted. you watched as charles secured his deer on taima’s rump. he then made his way over to you, looking into your eyes deeply, as if he could read all your thoughts.

“are you feeling okay? i know we’ve had a lot going on but you seem... distracted?” he took your hands in his.

you took a deep breath. you needed to tell him. he deserved to know. god, how do you even tell someone this? would he be upset? would he be excited? your mind was racing, your hands shaking in his. you started to tear up, your anxiety taking over.

“hey, hey, it’s okay.” he pulled you in for a hug, running his hand up and down your back comfortingly.

you rested your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, trying to collect yourself and your thoughts. charles didn’t press further, he just continued to hold you until you were ready to talk.

you took another deep breath and took a step back, looking him in the eyes. tell him. he looked worried. tell him. he continued to run his hand up and down your back comfortingly. tell. him.

“i’m pregnant.”

he stiffened slightly, his eyes going wide. “really?” he looked you up and down slowly. “you’re actually…?”

you nodded, looking away from him and at some random spot in the dirt. “yes. i’m sorry, charles.” you said quietly.

“sorry? my love, why are you sorry? this is great news!” he replied immediately, his hands moving to cup your face gently.

“we’ve had so much going on lately… i was worried that you’d be upset because we’ve been so stressed between everything that’s happened between the gang and the tribe...” you rambled, pausing for a moment. “you’re happy then?” you looked back at him, your eyes starting filling with tears once again, this time happy ones.

“of course i’m happy. sure we’ve been busy, but i love you, and i’m more than excited to start a family with you. in fact i’ve been wanting to start a family with you, and now that we’re out of the gang, we don’t have as much to worry about. no more bounties on our heads and pinkertons breathing down our necks.” he grinned. “and i have to be honest, i suspected you might be pregnant, but i hadn’t had an opportunity to talk to you about it.” he chuckled, wiping a stray tear that slipped down your cheek. he looked you in the eyes, then leaned down to place a soft kiss on your lips.

he wasn’t upset at all. he wants this, he wants a family. he’s happy. you kissed him back, wrapping your arms behind his neck.

you let out a sob as you pulled away, tears flowing down your cheeks. “i’m so glad.” you laughed, relieved. of course he was happy, why wouldn’t he be?

you giggled as he peppered kisses across your face, kissing away your tears. he pulled you in for another kiss on the lips, soft, sweet, and passionate. you didn’t pull away until you were both out of breath, resting your forehead against his.

“i love you.” you sighed.

“i love you so much.” you stayed like that for a moment before he reached into his satchel and pulled out a little envelope excitedly. “i almost forgot to tell you, i got us a place. it’s not much as of right now, but i’ll fix it up real nice for us. for our family.” he showed you the deed, which confirmed his statement.

you grinned, kissing him again. “oh charles, this is wonderful, thank you. thank you so much. how did you even afford this?”

“i’ve been saving as much as i can from all the jobs we used to go on while we were in the gang. it wasn’t much at first, but it added up.” he smiled. “we’ll still help out the tribe, of course, but i thought it was about time we got a place of our own. i want our baby to live a better life then we have, and i’ll do anything to make that happen, you hear?” he grabbed your chin gently. “i’ll do anything to make you and our baby happy, because if you’re happy, im happy.” he pulled you in for a hug, kissing the top of your head gently.

you stayed like that for a while, the rest of the world around you forgotten. for all you cared it was just you and charles in that moment. eventually as the sun started to sink below the trees, you decided it was time to head back to camp, lest the spoils of your hunt go to waste. you mounted your horses and made your way back to camp together, happier then you had been in a while. for once your future looked promising, and you were more than happy to be spending it with charles, and eventually your baby.

[blackinquisitors]

Any good rdr2 fic rec?

ooh yes

my current fav one is The Unreliability of Men's Promises by dazednstoned. abigail centric fic. I'm absolutely in love with it. the writing is phenomenal and they just GET abigail and what her likely dynamic with the gang was. ugh chefs kiss

one that has been my biggest source of inspiration is mine is clouds by ssstrychnine. charthur fic. I cannot tell you how much this inspires me. not even the story, just the writing style. I was in a massive creative funk and couldn't figure out this last chapter of bloom, and I read 1.5 chapters and INSTANTLY understood how to write again. like I had to read this in quarter chapter increments so I didn't steal too many ideas, it was that amazing

this night has opened my eyes by my mutual @pinkysberg REALLY love this. john centric and pinky just GETS him. so if you read this and the first fic i mentioned side by side you have a phd level understanding of the worlds most dysfunctional couple. for a time we were writing this at the same time and were at the same place in rdr2s plot so i felt like we were two random cars driving along together on a highway lol

He Was A Friend Of Mine by biiitchofCambridge. charthur fic. SO GOOD. this was another source of inspo, mostly the dynamic between arthur and charles is what was so good. I've read a lot of fics that tend to soften both of these guys, but this fic really has that 1890s masculinity thing going on, and I appreciate that

no law less than ourselves by CatRoofDance. another source of inspo. I fully stole an entire idea and forgot that it wasn't my own and based arthurs entire character around that. oops! woah I just wrote out a whole thing abt how this was popular and well-loved for good reason, and its not number 1? huh? it should be. the top fics of the charthur tag are cliche garbage. this deserves far more love than it has

Luck and Chance by swampslip. charthur fic. I read this a looong time ago and I barely remember it but it has some of the best charles characterization ive seen. his dialogue is so perfect I can only aspire to it

Let Me Down Gently by reddeaddesolation. smutty mary/arthur fic. again its been a whiiile since I've read this but i remember really enjoying it, particularly the characterization the the dynamic between them

Don't Come Knocking by charlock221. sadie/molly fic. no sorry, THE sadie/molly fic, THE ONLY sadie/molly fic. this is canon as far as I'm concerned. not kidding. it's so well written, it's incredible. everything about it makes sense. I adore it a normal amount. even if this isnt your cup of tea, I still think you should read it

I think thats it. puts all of these on a mantel and stares at them lovingly every day

[sky-is-the-limit]

Can I ask why you’re a John marston girl? No judgement btw he’s a fucken gorgeous

I love the no judgment part like "why the fuck is John your favourite, are you okay?"

Okay, so

I'm doing my 2nd playthrough rn and that's what basically confirmed me being a John girl because now I pay more attention to his character.

In my opinion, he has the best character development, he's only 26 in rdr2 before the epilogue and you get to see him grow up to be a whole different person, someone who put in the work to turn his life around, win back his family, take revenge for his brother and be someone Arthur would be proud of. Someone Abigail would be proud to call her husband and someone Jack would look up to as a father.

He's so human, I can't even explain how realistic he is. He's not the perfect main character, he's not a villain, he doesn't feel fictional in terms of his personality. He was just a careless stubborn idiot in his mid 20s with fears and issues and he kept fucking up and then realised his mistakes and actually put in the work to fix them.

He's not the "hero", that was his big brother (in his eyes) who gave his life so he would have a future and he didn't waste Arthur's legacy and sacrifice, instead he became the man he owed himself, above all, to be.

I can't even begin to describe how much I love him, the fact that you get to play with him in rdr2 and watch him build the ranch, work hard and win back Abigail and Jack, propose to her and be a good father to his kid but also never forgetting who he is or losing his personality is so fucking amazing to see.

He deserves a RDR1 remake, he deserves to be the main character. I fucking love John Marston and I'll never shut up about it.

Also yes, he's fucking hot, the hottest cowboy and he deserves the sloppiest, nastiest head in existence.

[dnvrsmedia]

what if Abby went too far during an argument? but really a lot :( how do you think she would make it up? (fluff ofc!)

oh god she would feel terrible!! i’m thinking that reader & abby get into an argument about whether or not they’re capable of patrolling. abby definitely is protective & due to her trauma, it makes it difficult for her to not be in control of things. she hasn’t communicated this to you (baby has her walls built up sky high). so when she starts questioning your capabilities, you take that to heart.

“I am perfectly more than capable, Abigail and you know that! I grew up outside of WLF too. I’m not some stupid rookie. You would think that my own girlfriend would have my back, but you fucked me over!” you shout at Abby as your chest heaves in and out angrily.

“Cut the shit, Y/N. We had different lives, so don’t bring up my past. One of us is more skilled and it isn’t you!” Abby towered over you with a deep frown.

You felt as if all the air in the world was sucked out of your lungs. You didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of seeing you crying, no matter how painful the comment was.

You nod your head and turn around to back an over night bag. Abby’s heart sunk to her stomach after seeing the look of pain in your eyes. She immediately scurries up behind you trying to get you to stay.

“Baby, baby please I didn’t mean it-” You let out a huff of amusement as you wiggle out of your girlfriend’s grasp.

Abby felt helpless. She knew she needed to stop being so protective. She didn’t mean a word she said, yet here she found herself hurting you. Abby’s eyes started watering as she saw you finish packing you bag.

“Sweetheart, please don’t go. I- I don’t know why I said that. I didn’t mean it, babygirl. Come back to bed we can sort this out.” Abby spewed out feeling immensely guilty.

You turn around with stray tears setting your cheeks.

“Get your shit together, Abigail. I can’t stay with you tonight. I-I need to go.” You wipe your tears fast and leave the room.

Abby is left standing there with a sinking feeling in her chest. Left to her own thoughts, she tries thinking of the best way to make it up to you.

The next day, Abby is up at the ass crack of dawn. She couldn’t sleep last night due to her brain replaying the look of betrayal and hurt in your face from her words. Abby asked around to figure out where you were and found you at Mel’s apartment. Banging on the door, Abby finds herself face to face with your shared friend.

“Mel-“

“You fucked up, Anderson. Say that shit to her again and be prepared to be left on your sorry ass. Now go make it up to her or i’ll beat your ass.” Mel says with a stern face. Abby just nods and thankfully slides through the door to find you.

You’re sat on the couch of Mel’s apartment; your eyes red from crying. You heard Mel at the door and assumed it was Abby coming back for you.

Abby shyly walks around the corner to you with her tail tucked between her legs.

“Baby i’m so sorry.” Abby sits down next to you. She’s not used to not being able to touch you, so she hesitantly rests her palm on your thigh. When you don’t push her off she counts that as a success.

You allow her to explain herself knowing that you’ve already forgiven her last night.

“I know I don’t deserve it, but would you maybe let me make it up to you? I’ve been wanting to take you on a date. I found this place just outside of the stadium.” Abby looks into your eyes, hopeful.

You look at her with a stern face and nodded.

“But don’t you ever talk to me like that again, Abigail. I swear I will leave your ass.” You firmly point your finger into her strong chest.

Abby takes a sigh of relief and pulls you into a hug.

“I’ll spend everyday making it up to you, I swear. I love you, baby.” Abby kisses your head.