#howboutwedont

[galoogamelady]

(foundation's link from this last post is here)

I hope you don't mind that I replied to these in one post! I love reading all the tea!

[neon-junkie]

my husband (charles smith) + “let me take care of you” (sick or nsfw ;) )

OBVIOUSLY I'm going to go with the NSFW option. I know you mentioned a female reader, but this came out gender neutral instead :^) --- "What's a matter?" Charles questions for the tenth time tonight. You can be quite the fidgeter, but tonight has been worse than usual, all thanks to the heated sensation between your thighs. It doesn't help that Charles has been feeding it, caressing your thighs as you sit on his lap, attempting to distract you from the campfire stories by discreetly kissing along your neck. "Nothing," you quietly reply. Charles lets out a defeated sigh, beaten yet again by your stubbornness. "Come on, something's up. Tell me." You briefly pause, shuffling higher up on his lap, speaking directly in his ear in an attempt to be seductive and secretive. "You know what's up, Charles." "Oh?" Charles replies with a quirked brow and a smug expression. He kneads your thigh yet again, dangerously close to your crotch, and kisses that soft spot behind your ear before whispering "let's go to bed then." "Now?" you almost stutter your response. Charles is playing a risky game, attempting to seduce you whilst being this close to the other camp members. Hopefully they haven't heard, but even if they have, it's none of their business. "Yes, now," Charles orders. "Let me take care of you..."

[neon-junkie]

Could I get ahhhh... Arthur drabble where they come back from a job thinking the reader was lost (it’s established that Arthur and reader were together) and he and everyone thinks they’re dead but then they ride back in a few minutes later and we get that beautiful “thought you were dead kiss”??

That shit hits different 👀👀💞

owhhh some sad and sappy Arthur!! Reader is gender-neutral :0) 

Arthurs already in tears as he rides back into camp. You were nowhere to be seen, no body, no sign of escaping, nothing. It's almost as if you just vanished off the face of the Earth.

He hitches his mount and trails into camp, bawling his eyes out, letting the other gang members comfort him with hugs and words of comfort.

But the sound of thudding hooves hitting the earth catches everybody's attention, and the entire gang turns to see you trailing back into camp, looking a little worse for wear but you're alive, and that's all that matters.

Arthur practically runs over to you, sobbing even harder. "What happened, darlin'? I thought you were gone," he bawls, pulling you down from your horse.

He doesn't let go, holding you tight in his arms, pulling you firmly against his chest as he buries his head into yours. The smell of you has always been comforting for him, but he appreciates it even more than he ever has now, letting it soothe him as you hold him and reassure him that you're fine.

"Is you hurt?" Arthur asks you as he pulls away, checking over your body to ensure you're okay, even spinning you around so he can take a good look at you.

Once he knows you're fine he holds you again, attempting to calm himself whilst he runs his fingers through your hair, pulling your head into the curve of his neck, his beard brushing against your forehead.

"I thought you were dead," Arthur tells you in a voice so soft, barely above a whisper.

You tilt your head up to kiss him, reconnecting your lips, reassuring him that you're definitely alive. He begins to sob again but deepens the kiss, ignoring that salty taste from the tears that have trailed down against his mouth.

His hand is firm around your waist, whilst the other moves up to gently cup your jaw, the pad of his rough thumb trailing back and forth over your cheek. His hand eventually moves to the back of your head, entwining in your hair, fiddling with it between his fingertips as he kisses you.

Arthur has to break the kiss so he can sniffle, looking like a scared puppy as he gazes over you, remind himself over and over that you're fine.

"C'mon, let's get you to bed," you tell him as you stand on your tiptoes and kiss his forehead.

Arthur nods in agreement "I think that's best."

He won't let go of you, even as you're both getting changed. He cuddles you so tightly when you're both in bed, letting out his last few tears, holding you tenderly in his arms as you both finally drift off to sleep, exhausted from todays turn of events.

[neon-junkie]

Oh for sure, for sure sis, my bad!! Maybe instead,,, some headcanons about Micah finding a real pretty place somewhere, like a field of flowers or a waterfall or something, and taking the reader there but being super defensive about it?? But deep down his rat brain said “pretty place for pretty reader” ❤️❤️

Big Valley is my FAVE place in the game, so I had that location in mind for this. Here’s those headcanons about a date with Micah. Reader is gender-neutral :0)

"Where are we going, Micah? We've been riding for hours!" you sigh, trotting behind Micah as both of you cross over into West Elizabeth.

"We've been riding for an hour," Micah corrects you, a slight smug tone to his voice. "And it's only a little further, don't you worry."

When Micah had asked you to come for a ride with him, you were expecting to go into town, or find a spot in the Heartlands to relax and watch the Bison roam.

But Micah didn't go near Valentine, let alone the Heartlands, telling you he'd discovered a nice spot when him and Arthur robbed that stagecoach.

You've heard of Big Valley before, but when the camp trailed past there on their way to Colter, you were asleep in one of the wagons, exhausted from packing up the camp in such a rush.

And you almost feel just as exhausted now, your thighs slowly going sore from the saddle as Micah leads you over a hill, getting a little too close to Strawberry, but you know this man loves to take risks.

Finally, the two of you arrive, and you instantly understand why Micah wanted to take you to such a place; it's a vast field of green and purple with a little stream running through, there are wild horses and pronghorns running free, and the sun hangs heavy overhead, keeping you warm on this spring day.

Micah brings Baylock to a halt just by the stream, demounting him and offering you a hand off your own horse.

"I see why you brought me here," you tell him as you settle on the grass after spreading your blanket to nestle on.

"I just thought that... maybe you'd like it here," Micah tells you with a shrug as he sits beside you, handing you some lunch and letting your mounts roam freely.

You let out a soft laugh before replying "and you don't?"

Micah keeps his gaze away from you. "It's alright," he says with a shrug.

You give him a smug smile, knowing he's too stubborn to admit that he finds this area pretty. He tilts his head, as if to question 'what?', and you decide to cuddle up to him instead; he'll learn from his stubbornness eventually.

The afternoon is spent lounging about, relaxing in the sun, overhearing the sound of the stream trickling, and the echo of hooves thudding in the distance as your mounts befriend a herd of wild horses.

Micah lets you use his stomach as a pillow whilst he lies back. He has one hand resting on your stomach, his fingers intertwined with yours, whilst the other gently strokes your hair, slow and lazily, making your scalp tingle.

And if you fall asleep on him, he probably won't notice, only because he's also dozed off, feeling safe and secure with you resting against him.

[neon-junkie]

*furious knocking on your front door*

THIS IS THE HORNY POLICE, YOU’RE UNDER ARREST, COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS IN ONLY PROMISCUOUS PLACES AND GET ON THE GROUND

YOU’LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE

[neon-junkie]

yay or nay? most recent video game crush and i gotta say... he’s kind of a rat, but you’ve gotten me into rats🐀

I say yay!! what game is this?? i may have to have a gander 👀

[neon-junkie]

Welcome to the ✨Charles Hoe Kingdom.✨ We would LOVE to see some stream nsfw,, maybe the reader gets pissed about something at camp and has to cool off, finds him, they talk and then end up doin the do... just an idea. I know it’ll be great!!💞

YES this is such a good idea, deffo gna be stealing this one!! writing his dialogue isn’t my strong point so I need to figure out how they just get to that point yanno? xD might go read some charles fics as inspo

[neon-junkie]

for that title thing... ‘til the fever broke’ + charles?

dude tbh if you don’t want it, i just might write this myself,, :)💕

ooooh, broke could be seen as either the fever goes, or the fever finally kills said person... maybe Charles falls sick and the reader cares for him until... whatever scenario happens o___o