#rdr2 headcanons

[dollyzdaydreamz]

Arthur Morgan x Reader fluff

Sleepy Hands and Snowy Nights

Description: After Arthur spends a long day preparing for the incoming snow about to befall the cozy cabin you two live in, he readily joins you to sleep. You've always had some odd sleeping habits, but Arthur doesn't mind being your personal stim board and back scratcher on the snowy night. Warnings: none, just fluff. 🌨️idk if i'm the only one who had these little sleeping habits, but here we are `(*>﹏<*)′

The wind howled against the ranch house, rattling the windowpanes as the first signs of snowfall drifted lazily from the sky. Outside, beneath the endless stretch of West Elizabeth’s winter sky, Arthur Morgan stood, framed against the pale light of dusk. The scent of pine and woodsmoke curled in the cold air as he brought his axe down with a heavy thunk, the log splitting clean in two before toppling into the growing pile beside him.

His breath left in white clouds, dissipating into the crisp evening. A thick fur-lined coat wrapped around his broad frame, but even that barely held off the chill. He didn’t mind, though. He liked the bite of the cold, the honesty of work that had tangible results. What he did mind, however, was the sound of the cabin door creaking open behind him.

Arthur turned just in time to catch you stepping onto the porch, arms tucked around yourself, peering out at him like you had half a mind to come down and help.

He sighed, already shaking his head as he set the axe down. “Now what do you think you’re doin’?”

“I was just-”

Arthur was already moving, boots crunching over the frost-dusted ground as he strode up the steps. The amber light from the cabin spilled onto his rugged features, casting deep shadows along his sharp cheekbones. Snowflakes clung to the edges of his brown hair, and his blue eyes held a look of both exasperation and affection.

He placed his gloved hands on your waist, his touch firm but careful, and started steering you backward toward the warmth of the house. “Nope,” he said, cutting you off before you could protest, “absolutely not, miss. Back inside.”

You huffed, digging your heels in slightly. “Arthur, I’m just bored—”

“Not hearin’ it,” he interrupted, lips tugging into a knowing smile.

“You so much as take a whiff of cold air, and next thing I know, you’re laid up in bed, sneezin’ your little head off.”

“That is not true.”

Arthur gave you a pointed look as he guided you both over the threshold. The warmth of the house hit instantly, a welcome contrast to the crisp evening air. “Sweetheart, you could catch a cold from someone livin’ fifty miles away.”

You tried to look offended, but the corners of your mouth twitched, betraying you. “Oh, please. That’s an exaggeration.”

Arthur chuckled, tilting his head. “Last winter? Yeah, you was layin’ up in bed like some sickly Victorian child, grippin’ my hand and askin’ me if you were dyin’.”

You cursed under your breath, defeated, but let him usher you toward the fireplace nonetheless. “I knew you were going to bring that up,” you muttered.

Arthur leaned down, brushing a kiss to your forehead. The soft hairs of his beard tickled your skin, and you scrunch your nose.

“Stay put,” he called over his shoulder as he headed back out.

“No promises,” you shot back, before reluctantly grabbing a book near you to read for the time being.

Arthur shook his head, chuckling to himself as he returned to chopping wood. “Crazy girl.”

By the time night fell, the first snowfall had blanketed the ranch in pristine white. The fire burned low in the hearth, filling the house with a golden glow.

With a tired grunt, Arthur slid his rough, calloused hand beneath the back of your sleep top, his palm finding the warmth of your bare skin before softly scratching in the way he knew always helped you doze off.

He didn’t get far before you mumbled, voice wispy with sleep.

“Up…”

He rolled his eyes, obeying without question, his hand shifting higher.

A moment passed before you spoke again. “To the… side.”

Arthur sighed, muttering under his breath, “Bossy even when you’re half-asleep.” But he did as you asked, his fingers dragging over to just the right spot.

A small, contented sigh left you as your breathing slowed, your body melting into his. For a while, Arthur thought you had finally drifted off, until you wriggled slightly, a silent protest that he wasn’t quite scratching the right place.

Arthur scoffed, deciding to mess with you. He purposefully dragged his hand somewhere else.

You let out a quiet huff, wiggling again in protest.

“All right, all right,” he chuckled softly, finally scratching the exact spot you wanted.

Your body went completely slack against him, sinking into warmth and safety. Arthur waited a little longer, listening to the steady rhythm of your breathing. Just when he thought you were truly out, your hand twitched against his chest, fingers flexing slightly.

At first, it was just a light touch on his forearm, then it shifted restlessly, as if searching for something. He cracked one eye open, watching in amusement as you rested your hand against one spot on his skin, only to move again when it warmed under your palm.

A lazy smile tugged at his lips. With a sigh, he reached down, took your hand in his, and placed it against the cool skin of his torso.

“Here,” he murmured, his voice rough with sleep. “Cold enough for ya?”

You hummed in approval, fingers finally settling. “Mhm.”

Arthur shook his head, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“You’re an odd woman, you know that?”

“Mhm,” you repeated.

Arthur smirked. But as he lay there, holding you close, the warmth of the fire flickering in the quiet, something settled deep in his chest. A rare kind of peace, one he’d never quite known before.

As your brain drifted off, Arthur’s words finally echoed and caught up to you,

“You-you’re odd,” you mumbled, shifting to get more comfortable, “and…bossier…” 

“I know,” Arthur drawled quietly, before his lips brushed your temple, lingering. 

“Sleep now, sweetheart,” he whispered.

And that you did.

short but hope y'all enjoyed (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ dividers made by @anitalenia

[roamingtigress]

Vandermatthews Headcanons - updated!

-They have a nightly bedtime reading; they'll discuss what's going on in each chapter and will read paragraphs to each other; sometimes this on well into late night

-Neither of them can tolerate cold well, particularly Hosea, and a fire on every night; Dutch will spoon him to further keep him warm (I've made mentions of them not tolerating the cold as well as they did when they were younger but didn't touch too much onto them)

-Dutch is very ticklish! Particularly his ribs/belly/waist, and Hosea will tickle him in public (or 'threaten' to) when he flirts in public or is moody or general PiTA. He does his stoic face but eventually, he'll crumble. Unfortunately for him, Hosea isn't so much to keep him further (I realize I'm sharing trade secrets here, no regrets, do what you want with them, mwah <3)

-Since their bed was made only for one person, they are 'forced' to lay on top of each other (and can also be found laying by the bonfire), usually, Hosea lays on Dutch but doesn't always go that way.

-Wolves wait to pounce the moment Dutch steps out because of their attraction to his hair pomade, and the 30 pieces of beef, 10 fish, 20 squirrels stuffed in his pockets because he doesn't have a satchel.

-Reverend Swanson got them married <3

-Hosea loves his back being rubbed, sides massaged, waist being held in those hold-you-close hugs and shoulders rubbed (this whole area will get him to melt like butter) and has a spot between his ear and jawline that when touched, gets him to his happy spot, but he's a happy chappy wherever Dutch touches him (but I need to touch upon this more!)

-Dutch loves chest rubs, belly rubs, and there's a spot on his right hip that makes him squirm; he also loves to have his jaw/chin scratched and especially that cleft of his chin that he used to feel self-conscious about; scritching him here will elicit big manly little purry sounds from him * (though I have yet to get into the chin/jaw scritches in my story; it's in my head waiting to get out); he also likes to have his mustache/soul patch touched

-They love a bit of roleplay; they'll create scenarios where they'll be acting out their first (I've made a post where Hosea is a bartender and Dutch is seeking a job as a musician there)

-They take turns in deciding on a quiet place to read. Heartlands Overflow was their latest spot. They'll also do a spot of readin' at the camp, too).

-Hosea can't stomach warm beer, Dutch will drink it cold or warm

-Dutch is the RDO equivalent of Jane Goodall; he'll happily socialize with other people's characters, and will also observe their goings-on (in a quiet spot if a quiet spot exists L) among them and reports on what he sees back at camp to get a better understanding of this strange world

-Dutch's favourite feature on Hosea is his eyes, hands and fingers and he tries to make eye contact with him as much as possible; he loves to hold and kiss his hands, and of course, be touched with them as much as possible; he also cannot leave his chest alone (so that's another favourite) and has a thing about hearing his heartbeat at night on those nights he lays on top of him, so maybe it's his heart that is his #1 <3 (but imo whole man is his favourite part)

-Among Hosea's favourite features on Dutch? His nose; he loves grabbing it, and kissing it, as well as his silly waist and the slight belly he's gotten from being looked after so well by him, and of cannot resist those locks that he can't resist touching.

-Dutch's favourite role is the Bounty Role because of the PEW PEW that's often involved but tied with Moonshine; he loves dancing like a fool and playing with the band, and the excitement of running 'shine like a proper degenerate; also loves the excitement of what the Trader Role can bring on hose trading run and now gets along with Cripps (they were ornery and antagonistic at the start until they learned they'll have mutual benefits from working with each other)

-Hosea's favourite role is the Collector role; it's generally the least problematic role between them both (and prob the most old-man-friendly activity) and they have an extensive selection of things they picked up (Hosea has issues with giving up the items they've collected); they also turn Collecting into a date and will often dress up more for this role than the others

-Hosea's favourite horse is his Turkoman stallion, Silver Dollar, but he has a bit of a fondness for Morgans, Standardbreds (particularly buckskin) and Belgian Drafts and will steal one if given the opportunity

-Dutch's favourites? His little princess pony Arabian, The Count. He makes me feel like he's bigger than he is. Others include Legend the dun Mustang mare, Sienna the black Kladruber mare who makes him feel fancy.

-Whenever Hosea is really angry at Dutch (which doesn't happen too often and when he does he doesn't stay mad at him for long); he gives him a wide berth (might be canon?), he's which is so difficult because he's clingy and needy but will not cross that invisible barrier (I want to write a chapter on this but trying to think of something that would create this scenario; there will be of course a cavity-inducing reunion)

-Dutch loves kissing Hosea in public; doesn't matter if it's in Smith's Saloon or wherever he'll just give that old man a big ol smooch on the lips (Hosea secretly loves it though he'll at times act embarrassed but doesn't exactly push away from it)

-Dutch is big into using the star/sun/moon as directional compasses; but doesn't always follow a waypoint; it seems to be in his coding but in my head he's just pigheaded about them and views them as a mere suggestion, which has gotten him, Hosea and his boys into trouble *

-Hosea is sometimes exasperated by his husband's neediness and clinginess and needs to reassure him when he does need to get some breathing space; he respects this and will go off on little misadventures with their sons or on his own, often winding up in some sort of trouble, often Valentine with his study subjects and buddies (I often don't bring Hosea around big groups of people esp in Valentine because of the potential of an incident but I have a feeling he's fine with that because Valentine is often just too chaotic for him), but always comes back and gives that idiot a big ol cuddle when he comes back

-Hosea CANNOT resist his husband's little gestures of appeasement; a hand squeeze, a kiss of his hand, tugging at his curls, and . . . Puppy eyes, which he weaponizes

-Hosea loves it when Dutch grabs his ass but always 'shoos' him and acts annoyed

-Dutch can't get enough ass grabbage and will pout if he doesn't get another squeeze

-Nose boops are a daily occurrence, including nose-to-boops which sometimes occasionally result in a bloody nose but are a bit safer than forehead boops which have more than occasion left Hosea seeing stars

-They really do do it on Fridays, for the most part (I keep them too busy to have too much intimate time, my bad)

-'Sea doesn't go on every bounty hunt (he takes this time to Collector inventory, general inventory, get some personal space (difficult to obtain at times LOL) and other odds and ends) but does go on every Collector, Trading and Moonshine run

-The boys don't visit Harriet often because someone keeps getting sprayed by her

-Both will gift each other with random, sometimes useless things; like I don't think Hosea really needs a donkey but Dutch will get him one anyway for a laugh and Hose would so say he doesn't need two asses (;D) (meaningful gifts are given aplenty too)

-Dutch doesn't like to be violent against other people's kids because he is careful; he'll tip his hat to the ladies and blow kisses to the guys (fuelling jealousy in Hoseea)

-One of those useless things? 'Sea has ordered an expensive mirror from France (that isn't too practical out on the range but there you go) because he gets a kick out of watching his hubby check himself out and then acting like he wasn't checking himself out in the mirror)

-Hosea has a dry sense of humour

-Dutch will laugh at his own jokes

-They both will feed each other bits of food on a fork <3

-Dutch is the little spoon; he feels safer ith Hosea curled up around him

-Nicknames? Hosea nicknames Dutch his Beautiful Idiot, Babygirl, the Mustached Idiot (and just idiot), Babygirl, Duchess; Dutch calls Hosea 'Sea in addition to Old Girl (he also calls him Silver Fox but have yet to include that in my fics; I'm thinking of more nicknames for him too!)

-Dutch despises ran but Hosea will take this time to wait it out with him and play with his hair

-Both are rather useless at the cowboy thing; one gets dragged through the mud, the other will go on a slaughter spree for being bumped.

-They are both deeply affectionate towards each other; kisses, hugs, cuddles, and touches aplenty are given to each other (they touch each other a lot in my stories; can't keep their hands off of each other)

-Dutch carries his tiny Hosea plush with him in his saddlebag whenever Dutch is off somewhere without Hosea (Hosea deserves a break now and then).

-On random Sundays, they make pancakes for breakfast in bed (whoever gets up first is the pancake maker). Always heart-shaped, though Dutch's attempts are endearingly sloppy.

-Hosea gave Dutch his gramophone for his birthday. He regrets his decision.

-Hosea hums while reading the newspaper

-Dutch will twirl his hair and kick his feet while reading.

-Dutch's most ticklish spot? His belly button!

-Hosea has a little heart-shaped birthmark on his right butt cheek.

-Dutch tugs at his hair when he's nervous (does it count as a headcanon if it's actually canon?)

--They are occasionally polyamorous; Josiah Trelawny is among those who they let into their tight circle.

[ergman777]

still makes me cry everytime I see art of these two tho

[rdr2enjoyer]

Oh btw

[ahqkas]

hello love!! may i please request some headcanons for arthur morgan and charles smith when they see their partners wearing their shirt? (and maybe john and javier? only if you’re up for it of course!) xx

PRETTY LIKE THE SUN ; arthur morgan, john marston, javier escuella, charles smith

RED DEAD REDEMPTION 2 MASTERLIST!

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𝜗𝜚 ARTHUR MORGAN !

when arthur saw you wearing one his shirts, his eyes instantly softened and his lips parted slightly. the sight of you struck him — seeing something of his on you, so intimately close, filled him with a mix of emotions

“well, don’t you look just perfect,” he said, a slow smile spreading across his face. his irises never left your form, taking in the way the shirt enveloped you. it was an old, worn shirt, softened by years of wear, and seeing it on you brought a warmth to his chest

“you look better in this than i ever did,” he murmured, his voice rough with affection. his fingers brushed over the fabric, lingering on your arm as if committing the moment to memory

“but i gotta say, seein’ you in my shirt . . . it makes me feel all warm.”

he leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, then your nose, and finally your lips, each kiss a silent vow of his affection and presence. holding you close, he rested his chin on top of your head. “you can wear my shirts anytime you like,” he whispered, his arms wrapping around you protectively. “makes me feel real good, knowin’ you want to.”

he’s such a sweetheart about it

𝜗𝜚 JOHN MARSTON !

his eyes widened slightly at the unexpected sight before him. there you were, standing by the window, wrapped in one of his old, worn shirts. the shirt hung loosely on your frame, the sleeves too long, and the hem brushing against your thighs

a slow smile spread across john's face, his amusement evident. “well, look at you,” he said, his voice tinged with a chuckle. he stepped closer, his eyes roaming over you. “that’s my shirt, ain’t it?”

his heart swelled at the sight

“you look real good in it, darlin’”

he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a warm embrace. “you can wear my shirts anytime you want, darlin’,” he whispered into your hair. “hell, you can have ’em all if it makes you happy.”

this man wouldn’t shut up about it, he’d annoy you for the next days, even weeks

but he wouldn’t admit he’s replaying the picture of you, standing in front of him in one of his shirts. the thought made him feel deep things, things he wouldn’t even admit when drunk on alcohol

from that day, he wants you to wear his clothes every single day

𝜗𝜚 JAVIER ESCUELLA !

javier strolled into your shared tent, a soft tune humming from his lips as he shook off the day’s dust. his eyes immediately caught sight of you, bathed in the golden light of the setting sun. you were wearing one of his shirts, the fabric loose and flowing around you, and the sight stopped him in his tracks

“. . . is that my shirt you’re wearing?”

he would be either so confused or in denial of this happening

but once the feeling dropped off, a wide, delighted smile spread across his face

even his eyes smiled

“you look absolutely beautiful,” he murmured, his voice tinged with awe

reaching out, javier gently took your hands in his, lifting them to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. “you always look beautiful, but seeing you in my shirt . . . you’re breathtaking, mi amor.”

javier held you close, his hands lightly caressing your palms. “you can wear my shirts anytime you like,” he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity. “in fact, i’d love it if you did.”

the thought of you wearing his clothes makes you even more his than you already are

𝜗𝜚 CHARLES SMITH !

charles walked into your shared tent, the weight of the day's tasks evident in his tired steps. as he glanced up, he froze momentarily, taking in the sight before him. you stood there, illuminated by the soft glow of the lantern, wearing one of his old shirts. the fabric was too big for you, sleeves hanging past your wrists and the hem falling almost to your knees, but the sight of you in it struck him deeply

“hey there,” he said softly, a warm smile spreading across his face. his eyes softened, filled with a mix of surprise and admiration. the man moved closer, his gaze never leaving you, taking in every detail of how his shirt enveloped your form

you smiled at him. “i hope you don’t mind,” you murmured, glancing down at the large shirt

charles’ heart swelled with adoration at you words. he reached out, his big, calloused hand gently lifting your chin so he could look into her eyes. “mind? not at all,” he said, his voice low and tender. “you look beautiful. it means a lot to me that you wanted to feel close.”

he brushed a soft kiss across your forehead, his lips lingering for a moment. “if you ever need anything — comfort, warmth, just a piece of me — you take whatever you need.”

he’s ready to gift you all of his shirts

[2demondogs]

More Touch Starved Arthur Morgan/Reader Headcanons

A/N: Part one here. I wanted to write his reactions to specific actions. Gender neutral reader.

Most things make him feel like a livewire, if not because no one's ever been that tender with him then because it's been years. He definitely has his favorites, though.

Arthur thinks his hands are clunky. The way you once took his hand in yours and traced the lines and scars on it got to him, let alone the brushes of your lips on his split, bruised knuckles. How can you love hands so soaked in decades of others' blood, acting like his drawings and loving are all they've ever done?

Your liveliness is nearly overwhelming. He loves holding people in general: it makes him feel like he's finally being the protector a man ought to be. It's near euphoric to have your head on his chest while you sleep, tucked in that dip where his shoulder meets pec, clearly feeling safe... because of him.

On the other hand, Arthur will warm up fast to being held by you. He's never slept better feeling, for once, protected by someone else. He definitely has to blink off stinging eyes on a couple nights. The vulnerability he feels just makes him borrow deeper. He'd curl up inside your ribcage, if he could.

You seem to think about him in ways others don't. The guilt subsides in the shadow of something indescribable over a kiss to the back of his knee, where only the sun has touched; thumbs digging into sore hips or calves. If you massage the tension out of anywhere, Arthur won't know how to act whatsoever - but target his hips or his legs and he's caught between lust and love.

Anything mindless will get to him, too. Grabbing his hand or elbow while walking, curling your arms around his waist or shoulders when he's in a good position for it, gently scratching his back and shoulders when you sit somewhere. All of it "just because." It takes him a long time to realize that being sweet on him is something that comes naturally to you, and that realization is heavy.

[beekenobi]

Here’s some Red Dead Headcanons I posted to TikTok. :)

[bigboy-lovers-unite-writes]

do this with whatever rdr/rdr2 characters you like!!

But what's some pet names/nicknames you think said characters would call their s/o?

I WANTED TO DO SOME FROM PURE REMEMBRANCE SO I THOUGHT ABOUT 8 (please enjoy this took me a while to write <3)

Kieran Duffy; Will call you honey, sweetheart, just the usual ones. Will perhaps name his favorite horse after you. 'Baby' is his most used one for you, it just comes to his mind when he thinks of you :)

Bill Williamson; Drunkenly may call you a slur, but it was an affectionate one, he didn't mean it. 🙏 His usual nicknames for you are Babycakes and Hun. He's not big on pet names sadly imo

Javier Escuella; Latin nicknames all dayyyy, that was he can compliment you all day without the others knowing what he's saying. Cariño, and might call you something to make fun of you playfully if you messed up on something :) (THANK YOU TO THE PERSON FOR POINTING THIS OUT IM A BIT EMBARRASSED ILY THO🙏)

Arthur Morgan; this man will not call you a singular thing bad. Every sweet and sappy nickname in the book, honey, sweetheart, darling, you name it and hes called you it! Will occasionally call you a nickname based on your appearances, like if you're short or clumsy

Dutch Van Der Linde; Will unironically call you 'sugar tits', even if you don't have any. Will point things out about you and makes them into (affectionate) pet names. Curly hair? Your nickname is Curly Fry. Short? Short-stack. Tall? 'Goddamn giant'

John Marston; Usually just calls you by your name, but occasionally calls you things in nature <3 not that big of a fan of pet names, but will say some occasionally to show he loves you and ur his

(I WAS GONNA DO MICAH AND CHARLES BUT I CANT THINK OF ANYTHING RN ITS SO LATE)

[zzzsnok]

Javier that tries to impress you by doing tricks with his knife but messes up and cuts himself, causing you to have to tend to his wounds.

[omgwhatchloe]

sometimes you need a break from sad and need to imagine modern au gang having a nice picnic in which they did not invite dutch or micah (who is convincing dutch hes being betrayed right now)im thinking

dutch: they’re probably all out there now…talking to those agents…taking the bribes…

then the camera cuts to arthur sketching bill and cain, who are playing at the other side of the field

hosea is aggressively applying sunscreen to sean because he wont put it on himself

lenny is reading and accidentally eating all the baby tomatoes that are meant for sandwiches

tilly and marybeth are making daisy chains while karen is asleep

john and jack are also asleep and john has wrapped his arms around jack, whos on his chest (abigail has taken 105 pictures and counting). they’ll be knocked out the whole time, they ate so much cookies and cheese and chips/crisps and cakes and sandwiches it was inevitable.

charles is laying on arthur and watching him sketch. hes not asleep though, hes just resting his eyes, trust me.

molly applied her sunscreen and is now getting the tan she deserves. she wonders why she feels so much calmer without dutch there.

there were horses in the nearby field so. you know what kierans up too.

after being attacked with sunscreen (hes irish and ginger, its for his own good) seans making his eighth sandwich with all the toppings. hes also telling everyone about when him and his da would go for picnics, and they find it quite wholesome so they dont stop him until he gets tearful.

sadie is eating strawberries and praying a horse kicks kieran or the farmer shoots him.

javier brought his guitar but hes eating, so he’ll play later. he cant even tell a story because his mouth is full of so much cookie.

miss grimshaw is protecting the food with her life from the pesky ants, seans legs when he constantly gets up and down, and lenny.

strauss is making the most ungodly food combos, he also had a picnic 20-30 years ago that ended in absolute trauma, so he’ll be sure to fill the gang in on that. lovely change from seans story.

uncle wasn’t invited. hes asleep somewhere in the field because he came anyway. he also took a box of cookies. (arthur thinks hes going crazy because he swore he bought another box but its nowhere to be found)

reverend is admiring the scenery, he finds it a good distraction for the early days of staying sober.

abigail is playing photographer for her kind of big instagram following shes not meant to have.

[anna-proxx]

♡ dating arthur morgan headcanons ♡ (x female reader)

a/n: currently thinking about this game 24/7, so i wanted to share what i think arthur would be like as a romantic partner :)

✽ if you sleep longer, he'd not only let you sleep and be careful not to wake you up, but also hush anyone who makes noise around you

✽ he kisses your forehead a lot

✽ and loves when you kiss him on the cheek

✽ when drunk, he’d get flustered around you and flirt with you (and only you) and get excited and giddy when you tell him that you're in fact already dating

✽ he's also still loyal af even when he's drunk

✽ but sometimes drunk arthur includes him snuggling up to you while you two are alone and crying out his pent up emotions while you hold him

✽ he limits physical affection around others, but once you two are alone, he turns into a big cuddly teddy bear

✽ after any argument he always makes sure to resolve it before you two go to sleep (he just treasures you too much to let you go to sleep hurt or mad at each other)

✽ if something came up and he couldn’t talk to you, he couldn’t fall asleep and would overthink that night

✽ sometimes you catch him singing to himself and he gets all embarrassed and flustered when he notices you

✽ he secretly loves any cute nicknames you'd call him but would never admit it

✽ (if you menstruate) he’d be cutely clueless about periods and menstrual cycles but would ask you curious questions and wouldn't shy away from talking about it or getting you supplies you need

✽ he would also get you chocolate (or any other treat you like) and put it beside your bed before you wake up when you're on your period because he knows you get grumpy

✽ speaking of hormonal fluctuations and mood swings, he’d be so supportive and patient with you

✽ you two would stay up late together while the rest of the gang sleeps and chat about silly things or gossip while snacking on stuff

✽ "And so I said- want some chocolate?" "Shoar."

✽ he insists you deserve better but also tries to be better for you

✽ he writes every detail about you in his journal, all the time

✽ you're mentioned on like every second page

✽ he also notes down all things you like for later use.

✽ and he draws you in all different situations

✽ sometimes he leaves one of the drawings of you beside your bed as a gift because he knows you love them

✽ family is everything to him, so he’d be ready to die for you, because you are his family

✽ he makes and brings you coffee as soon as you wake up, whether you're in your camp or in a temporary one in the wilderness

✽ when you're sick, he literally doesn't leave your side or is very reluctant to when he has to (and other gang members tease him for it)

✽ he would peel oranges for you (literally and figuratively)

✽ he would unintentionally do or say things that turn you on and be clueless about it

✽ but once he realizes or you tell him, he starts doing them more

✽ this man would love to make you blush

✽ he'd also praise you a lot

✽ "that's my girl" "good girl"

✽ he'd tease you about drooling or mumbling from your sleep, but grin anytime you do so, because he finds it adorable

✽ he never judges you for what you cry for, even if it's a silly reason

✽ "Yer cryin' cuz you saw a baby squirrel?" "Y-yeah..." "C'mere."

✽ he’s just such a good boyfriend and even better husband and father <3

[dollyzdaydreamz]

Arthur Morgan x Reader:

A Clearer View

Description: High Honor Arthur Morgan x Dutch's daughter Reader Turns out, you’re not a terrible shot: you’re just blind. After Dutch chews you out for missing targets during a train heist, Arthur takes it upon himself to ‘fix’ the problem which brings a whole lot of unsolicited observations about Arthur Morgan. ⚠️Warnings: guns, knives, humor, fluff, Dutch being stubborn, John being annoying (✿◕‿◕✿)

i don't own any of the rdr2 characters, they belong to Rockstar (≧▽≦)

inspired by this fanfic I stumbled across. it is a masterpiece 🤌🏻

The first time you miss a shot in the middle of a train heist, you tell yourself it’s the high winds drafting over the area (it is elevated terrain, after all). The second time, you blame the gun. You haven’t cleaned it in a while (seeing as gun oil has been sold out lately). But by the third time, when your bullet strays wide and Dutch’s expression hardens as he turns to you amidst the gunfire, there’s no excuse to be made other than the fact that you simply cannot see from that far. Instead, you opt for pulling out your knife and taking down the gunmen from behind.

After the men have been cleared out, your father gathers everyone, giving each person instructions. Lenny, Arthur, and Micah are to search the train cars for valuables: money, jewelry, bonds. Even Bill has a task. As the group separates, you turn to your father.

“Well, what can I do?”

Dutch scoffs. “Well, exactly! What can you do?”

Ouch.

“If Arthur didn’t have you covered, you’d be dead!”

Your stomach knots as you lower your head.

He falters, his tone softening just slightly. “What is going on with you, Y/N?”

“I don’t know. I-”

“You don’t know?” His voice sharpens again, and suddenly, he’s right in front of you, eyes filled with something between disappointment and frustration. “Y/n, we don’t get to ‘not know’ in this life, do you understand?”

You swallow and nod.

He shakes his head, turning away. “Sort yourself out. Go back to camp and get some rest.”

As he stalks off, you exhale shakily, jaw clenching to keep the sting of frustration at bay.

Arthur leans against the crate he's just finished looting, arms crossed, watching, but unlike Dutch, his expression isn’t one of disappointment. After a few more days of watching you squint at distant things, tilting your head like a damn lost dog, he finally decides to do something.

A week later, he rides back into camp from Saint Denis as the sunsets over camp. You’re busy sitting at the little table outside your tent, cleaning your revolver, when a small bundle is tossed into your lap.

“Here.”

You catch it instinctively, looking down to see a rectangular box wrapped in blue velvet cloth. Frowning, you glance up. “What’s this?”

“Glasses.”

You blink. “Glasses?”

“Yeah. For seein" he clarifies, "y’know, that thing you ain’t been doin’ so well lately.”

You smile, about to thank him, but you falter when a warning finger meets your face “Now, I—I stole ‘em on that train, so don’t go thinkin’ I’m soft or nothin."

You huff a laugh but unwrap the bundle carefully. Inside, several pairs of frames sit nestled in their case, "That' why these are all marked with Sam's Spectacle Shop, Saint Denis?" you ask, feigning ignorance.

"Shut up." he huffs half-heartedly, sitting down beside you as you pick up the first pair and slide them on, only to immediately grimace at how the world bends strangely around you.

Arthur watches as you try another, then another, until finally-

You still.

Everything kind of sharpens. The blurred greens of the trees become distinct leaves, each serrated edge visible. The grass at your feet is no longer just a vague smear of green but individual blades, shifting with the evening wind. And when you turn your gaze to Arthur-

You hesitate.

For the first time, you notice things you hadn’t before. The speckle of green in his otherwise blue eyes, and the white strands in his hair underneath all the brown locks, something you find oddly charming. His face flushes slightly under the brim of his hat, clearly flustered at you studying him the way one might examine a painting in better light.

“You know, you’ve got some white hairs,” you blurt out, motioning to the side of his head.

Arthur furrows his brows at the uncalled-for observation before you begin to backtrack, realizing that might sound offensive.

“No, I mean-” you sputter. “It looks nice. Makes you look...uhm-mature, seasoned.” You gesture vaguely with a sarcastic grin.

He scoffs, reminded of the way Dutch sells him on some awfully thought-out, spur-of-the-moment plan, letting his body language do the work.

Arthur shakes his head, "Well, you sure are an odd girl," he says, getting up. But you catch a peak of that small smile tugging at his lips as he walks off, muttering something about those “Damned Van der Linde's."

Just as you’re about to head to your father’s tent, John, still recovering from his facial injuries, ambles over with Abigail.

“Well, ain’t this something? You look even more like a dork now,” he chuckles, pushing your glasses up further on your nose, a bit rougher than intended, making your head snap back. Abigail smacks his hand away, "John Marston, you rotten man! I think you look just fine, honey."

"Why thank you, Abigail," you say, shooting John a glare, "I can see a lot more clearly now."

Before John can utter another word, you speak up again, “And you’re uglier than I thought. Damn shame, really.”

John snorts out a laugh, “Tell me somethin’ I don’t know,” he hollers as he walks away with a giggling Abigail, waving you goodbye as they head towards their tent for the night.

You push open the lapels of your father’s tent with a mockingly stern expression, letting your framed eyes peruse the space. He’s busy looking over a map with Hosea, likely discussing a new lead. Dutch lifts his head, and for a fleeting moment, an almost imperceptible flash of guilt for scolding you earlier in the week crosses his face when he realizes it’s you.

“What’s this? Some new fashion trend?” he chuckles, motioning vaguely to your eyes.

“No,” you huff, taking a few steps closer. “Apparently, I’m not incapable of shooting-I’m just… somewhat blind.”

Dutch turns his head back to the map, unwilling to apologize just yet. “A damn shame.”

Hosea lifts his head up and flashes you a familiar, warm smile amidst the chill of the tent, "Those suit you! Where'd you buy them?" "I didn't, Arthur said he 'stole 'em for me'" you say with air quotes and Hosea chuckles,

"Terrible liar that brute is, their clearly brand new," he muses. You hand them over to him so he can inspect them more closely, before he gingerly puts them back on your face.

"I’m hoping you can get back to being one of our sharpest shooters.” he grins, nudging the revolver strapped to your waist,

“And I’m sure some people will regret doubting your abilities,” he adds, giving Dutch a pointed look to which he waves off with an inaudible murmur as he stares at the map.

“Ahh, come on, Father. I know that apology’s coming around eventually,” you say, giving him a rough pat on his hunched back. Beside him, you take notice to the oil lamp illuminating his makeshift library shelf.

“It better,” you hear Hosea say as you snatch one of the neatly organized books, knowing your father hates when you do that.

“Y/N!” Dutch finally yells, getting up from his seat, as you scurry out of his tent and back into your own with some new reading material to share with Mary-Beth.

The next morning, you and Arthur ride out after turning a bounty into the sheriffs office just for the heck of it, the sun casting long shadows over the valley. You glance at him sideways, noticing the faint freckles dusting his nose and cheeks, barely visible beneath all the dirt.

"You know… you have freckles," you mutter, getting a better look at them.

Arthur lets out a breath of laughter, leaning away from your pressing gaze. "Jesus. We doin’ this again?"

"I'm just sayin" you raise your hands in defense, "I never saw ‘em before."

A little sign marked in white paint comes into view a few meters ahead, and you realize that, without Arthur’s gift, you wouldn’t have been able to read it.

“First one to that sign wins!” you blurt out, not giving Arthur a chance to react before spurring your horse into a sprint.

“Wha—hey! Get back here, woman!” Arthur hollers before tugging his reins. “Shoulda left her blind,” he mutters.

But behind all his grumbling, he doesn’t seem to mind your new discoveries one bit.

dividers by @enchanthings-as on tumblr:) images found on pinterest but collaged by me

[xxhexwolfxx]

Can I request dating headcanons for Sean, Javier, Hoesa, John, Arthur, and Charles with gn s/o?

𝓓𝓐𝓣𝓘𝓝𝓖 𝓗𝓒𝓢

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting! I hope you enjoy! :)

DISCLAIMER: None of these are really connected.

WARNINGS: Some of these have angst!

CHARACTERS: Sean, Javier, Hoesa, John, Arthur, and Charles

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Sean

If he sees that you're upset, then he'll start to make jokes to make you laugh. He hates seeing you sad.

Once he starts to date you, he'll cut back on his drinking. He wants to remember every moment with you.

If you don't like to talk then don't worry! This man does enough talking for both of y'all. Although it does end up in a fight with whoever he's talking to sometimes.

When he has nightmares of the time of his capture, he'll immediately seek you out. He finds himself comforted by the fact you're there with him.

Javier

He'll help you learn the guitar, so he has the excuse to hold your hand to help adjust your fingers along the frets.

On nights when it's difficult to sleep, he'll softly sing to you with you in his arms.

In the mornings he'll let you put up his hair. He likes the simplicity yet lovingness of the act.

If he messes up when speaking English, he'll look to you for help. You always have to reassure him that everyone makes mistakes and that it's okay.

Hosea

He is an old-fashioned lover. He would want to take it slow so you both can learn more about each other.

When you guys are doing nothing, then he likes to read you, his book. Then he likes to talk about what happens in it.

When its nighttime and you guys are about to sleep, he likes to tell you stories of his youth to help you sleep.

On some days when it's bad, he finds himself thinking that you deserve better than an "old man" like him.

John

(Epilogue) When he's building a home for you guys, he likes to do the dirty work, so you don't worry about getting dirty.

On days when you guys don't have anything to do, he likes to take you and Jack out for family time.

Sometimes he feels super useless from the constant insults from Arthur. You'll need to reassure him that he is not useless and that he does a lot for the camp.

When he gets out of prison, he wouldn't let you go for hours. He's spent so long away from you that it makes him feel better just holding you.

Arthur

When he's busy working or resting without his hat on. He'll put it on you, so he won't lose it. It warms his heart to see you wearing it.

He knows how much you love his voice, so he'll make it slightly deeper to tease you.

If you don't know how to ride a horse, then he'll teach you. He'll even make it a little date for you both.

Sometimes he thinks so badly about himself that it takes a lot of convincing that he isn't ugly or unlovable.

Charles

He likes sitting with you while you guys do your own things. Like you are reading a book while he makes arrows.

Sometimes he just wants to sit in silence with you. Holding you or just sitting next to you while you guys bask in each others presence.

When he goes out to hunt, he likes to bring you back little trinkets or flowers that remind him of you.

Due to the others, sometimes he feels like an outsider to the group. The thoughts go away when you come over to him with a big smile on your face.

[angelltheninth]

Arthur Morgan Bringing You Gifts

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, gift giving, kissing, married life, domestic fluff, reunions, flirting, wholesome!Arthur Morgan

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A/N: Played RDR 2 again cause my aunt started getting into it.

Arthur is a hard working man and he wants to spoil you when he has the money to do so

Most of the things he gets are things you can put around the house or use in some way

Very practical gifts, since your house isn't that big so the gifts have to be useful

By now you learned that you should expect something but all you really hope for is that he gets home safe and with no body parts missing

Your gift to him is a welcome home kiss, and maybe more if he's in the mood for it

Gets you new clothes and wants you to try it on as soon as possible, he wants to see how good you look in the things he picked out for you

When it's cold he gets lots of warm blankets that you can both cuddle under

If he gets his hands on any special food you like he will try his best to get it to you, but he can't promise anything in the hot, humid weather

One of the gifts he gets is new shirts for himself, well they're actually for you because you wear them when he's not home

Easily one of his favorite things to get you is clothes he knows you'll wear around town when you go on dates rather than the things you'll only wear around the house

Dividers by: @/cafekitsune

[rdr2enjoyer]

aftercare hcs?

I've been wanting to make some sweeter headcanons lately so-

Long so I'm putting it beneath the cut

Arthur- Arthur tends to feel a little guilty after sex. A strange, vague guilt that he can't quit put a name to no doubt related to his poor self-image. His hands start to itch with the need to help, to work, to serve. So after sex, he starts by gently cleaning wiping you down with a wet (warm if he can get it) cloth. Not just where the mess is, but all over. After the impromptu sponge bath he'll offer water, food, pull the blanket over you and ask if you want him to stay because it just doesn't come naturally to him that yes, of course you do.

Charles- Charles gets so lazy after sex. he falls down next to or ontop of you, not at all bothered by the mess between you. He just wants to hold you against him, listen to you breathe, tell you how incredible you are and how you're the brightest light in his life. But eventually, he does start to clean you two up. He runs wet clothes over the mess between you and gets right back into bed, tugging the blanket up around your shoulders to fall asleep with you.

John- John is also, very lazy after sex and doesn't mind the mess of sweat and cum. He'd probably even amuse himself by being extra clingy with you, laughing at the way you push him off in disgust and gripe about hm being too sticky and sweaty to be touching you all over. After amusing himself long enough he's give in. "When did you become such a princess?" But if your highness is so concered then fine, he'll get the water and he'll clean you both down. After you're both clean he becomes surprisingly clingy. He loves to feel your hands in his hair as you drift off together.

Dutch- Dutch knows the abuse he tends to put you through requires just as much aftercare, and he's surprisingly generous with it. The second you two are finish all those degrading and demanding words are replaced with praise and cajoling. You took everything he gave you so well, and now it's time to reward you. If you don't have acess to a bath, he'll give you a relaxing spongebath instead. He kisses your shoulders and your head as he cleans you, whispering sweet words into your ear. then it's off to bed with you, but he usually doesn't join you unless it's late. He has a gang to run.

Javier- Javier does not need to be told what to do when it's time to clean up and get comfy. He's likely already set the stage before hand, maybe even requested a bath be drawn "Around 40 minutes from now, please," so everythings ready when you are. He does not like to be sticky and sweaty for long after sex, but loves to cuddle afer. So you'll share a romantic bath before getting back into bed.

Sean- Sean is too busy basking in the afterglow, the pride, the feeling of conquest from bedding you (even if it's for the hundredth time) to think about aftercare, for the most part. He'll jokingly lament as you wipe his cum from your body; something about thinking you look better with it on. He's clingy too, so clingy you have to force him off of you if you don't wanna be strangled by sweaty, gangly limbs, to which he'll lament dramatically about being scorned by his lover.

Kieran- Clingy, cuddly, seeks and gives affirmation generously. He can ramble for so long about how incredible that was, how lucky he is, how amazing you are, that he forgets you're both covered in mess and sweat and need to clean off. He doesn't even care too, really. He just wants to bask in this-in you. Maybe if he's lucky it will glue you together and you'll never have to be apart.

Micah- The most aftercare you're gonna get from Micah is a pat on the ass and a cigarette, if he happens to have extra. He'll be smug, telling you all about how loud you were. "Musta been damn good to get you squealin like that, weren't it doll?"

[marttapav]

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