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henriiiii-1001old · 3 years ago

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*bangs fists on the table* give us the William lore!

*flips table* BOY YOU'RE IN FOR A DOOZY :)

post-finishing this damn ramble: ok this has kinda been in my drafts for a while and the more and more i come back to it there's just more and more text, so i'm just gonna put this under a "Keep reading" just to spare you guys. if you guys need a TLDR i'll try and add it in

(tw for car accidents, mentions of suicide, racism, stalking, brief mention of s/h, (mostly mentions of) s/a, fetishization of trans men, general transphobia, child murder, generalized abuse, emetophobia, mentions of cancer, manipulation, and kidnapping)

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william was born in tokyo, japan from a british mother and a japanese father. he also had an older sister named amelia, but she unfortunately died in a car accident. a seven-year-old william was in the car when it happened. he told police that she tried killing herself when in reality he was the one that swerved the car in a fit of rage.

two years after that, he and his mother moved to the states, unfortunately leaving his father behind for some reason he never knew. they met up with his mother's brother, jefferey afton, who owned a pizza place called jeff's pizza. jeff never really liked william because the man was unfortunately just really blatantly racist, always asking william why his eyes were "so damn small". jeff never really knew but he had a suspicion of william's origin being from east asia, but william never told him.

once william turned 10, his mother returned to japan to take care of her husband, promising william that one day she'd come back. he wasn't too sad to see her go, but he didn't wanna be left alone with his uncle either.

7 years pass, william is in his junior year of high school, and he's admired by all the students and staff. the boys think he's cool, the ladies think he's hot, and he's just not interested in hanging out with any of them. that is until he bumps into someone in the hall - a boy with dark skin, dark brown, curly hair, and eyes that shone like the sun itself. the boy quickly tells him to "watch where you're fucking going, man," and dashes away. william becomes desperate to meet this boy, so badly that if anyone found out what he didn he'd be shunned.

after watching him, finding out where he lives, and taking note of every little thing he did, he found out that this boy was named henry emily, one of his classmates even. he didnt live too far away from him, and they even lived in the same neighborhood. maybe he'd go over and formally meet him! that's what a friend would do, right?

henry at first freaks out because this man quite literally broke into his house in the middle of the night, though he's a little thankful that he cleaned most of his room up for him. after a few more visits from the window, henry finally allows william to come through the front door. they actually start bonding and become friends after a short amount of time! they eventually start uuhhh experimenting to say the least on their sexuality (but it's mainly forced on henry's part because the man was strictly ace and sex repulsed before he and william experimented).

they then meet carolina rodriguez and kathryn nelson, and they all kinda become really good friends (with the exception of william and carol because half the time they were petty and bickered), and this friendship expanded into their college years!

college is where he becomes roommates with a guy named ryan harris. he already knew about him in high school and just thought he was really annoying. like, the first night they share a room he tries killing him. fortunately, ryan just woke up from a nightmare and thought that william was trying to make ahem advances ahem and accidentally let out a noise that scared william right to bed. the next morning they formally greeted and ryan apologized (ironically) for the other night.

eventually though, ryan kinda just dropped out, and william was kind of upset because he'd been taking out all his frustrations on ryan, who didn't seem to mind it because ryan always thought it was some sort of romantic or sexual move. he eventually gets together with kathryn (in which they went to the same college) because they both confessed to each other that they were gay, and they were understandably afraid of homophobia. he graduates college with a business major and a minor in robotics.

he and kathryn eventually got married and had a kid together, that kid being chris. they then randomly met up with carol and henry (who were only engaged at the time) and they started hanging out again! william suggests he and henry work under his uncle for a bit to get started in life. after working for a while there, jeff asks william and henry to make something for him; a mascot for jeff's pizza. not just a mascot though, a robot mascot.

after a few years of trial and error, william and henry eventually end up making the springlock animatronics, naming them fredbear and spring bonnie. they end up impressing jeff enough to eventually allow william to now own the company (though henry became co-owner through force on william's part because he knew jeff would never willingly let henry have any sort of power).

once henry and william gain ownership, they rename jeff's pizza and become their own company: fazbear entertainment. the old jeff's pizza was converted into a family diner named "fredbear's family diner". over the years, they also opened up circus baby's ice cream parlor, freddy fazbear's pizza place (to keep the old spirit of a pizza joint), and freddy jr's arcade palace. each location had their own robot mascots; the springlocks, the funtimes, the plushes, and the plastics respectively. things were going great!!!

...things went downhill only from here, however, as william discovered remnant by being a little too curious and playing around with a dead employee's organs. poor guy got crushed while testing out the fredbear suit. after discovering its healing properties (as well as the possibility of giving someone immortality), he told henry. he showed henry everything it could do, even proving it to him by showing experimental s/h scars that healed overnight. henry couldn't believe him and didn't want anything to do with this, but william's obsession over henry forced him into it anyway.

before he discovered remnant, however, he met up with ryan harris again, but this time ryan was working in the sex industry. william then learned that ryan was homeless and let him stay at his place to help him. he gave him a job as his secretary as well as his own place to stay. ryan still sometimes worked in the motel he used to work in for a little extra cash. ryan was also informed of remnant and reluctantly agreed to helping william. his first victims were, unfortunately, his own neglectful parents.

one day in 1974, william and henry got into an accident with the springlock suits, sending them to the hospital and eventually making the decision to never use the springlocks as suits ever again. during their recovery, william actually recovered faster than henry and doctors even believed that he wouldn't make it. so william kinda calle ryan saying "hey i need some remnant can you get it for me uwu" and ryan said "yeah i can do that for you :D". william gets the remnant and gives it to henry (without his knowledge because he was in a coma at that time), an he wakes up the next day. he and william recover by the end of that month (whatever month it is idk) and back to work they go.

then june 26, 1975 comes along. william decides he'd experiment on remnant quantity because he had a hypothesis that children held more remnant than adults did. the claim was kinda baseless without any direct evidence, but he was willing to do anything to get it in order to fill his god complex. he lures and kills gabriel warner, jeremy craig, susie and fritz kwemto, and cassidy fox by using the spring bonnie suit. henry actually somewhat caught william in the suit but didn't know it was him. william eventually used the suit to torment henry further while at work. and whenever henry would talk about it with william, he'd dismiss him like "what do you mean? we said no one was allowed in the suit anymore. are you seeing things?” and henry would believe him because he doesn’t get a lot of sleep on most nights. he wish he’d say it was because of work though..

elizabeth eventually found out that william killed the kids one day because he was stressing about it one day and blurted it out. he promised that he’d pay more attention to her if she didn’t tell anyone. he knew this would work because she had worked so hard to grab her father’s attention, but he always thought of her as just an annoying brat. she ended up telling charlie who was forced to tell michael, who then asked william about it. william asked how he knew, and he told him about charlie knowing. he immediately knew it was elizabeth’s doing and thought of a way to punish her and keep charlie quiet.

april 6, 1980, charlie’s 13th birthday; william found charlie locked outside the pizzeria. she was banging desperately on the door for help, and when she noticed him she ran to him. william didn’t bring keys, so he and charlie sat outside for a bit while it began to rain. he wanted to give her “time to breathe the fresh air”.

she told him she was hungry and that her stomach hurt, so he offered a “painkiller” because he didn’t have anything else to offer. she took it willingly and felt queasy. she eventually began to vomit and have a massive migraine. william apologized to her as she lost vision, her world turning black. william left her body to rot, feeling too guilty and nauseous himself to take her remnant.

lizzie eventually found her body and told william and henry. henry immediately began mourning for his daughter while william called the police. the police were never sure of how it happened, though they did suspect cyanide poisoning could’ve been the cause. william had the cyanide right in his pocket the whole time.

half a year passes an in october, carol is hospitalized for her breast cancer. she only recently found out about it and didnt have much time to try and treat it. she could have been able to fight it off just a bit longer if william never pulled the plug on her life support while she slept.

he didn't directly cause the deaths of kathryn and elizabeth, but he was definitely impacted them negatively in some way; in elizabeth's case he neglected her and mentally abused her; in kathryn's case he would constantly lie to her about things going on. even after she found out henry and william were sleeping with each other (in which she didn't actually care all that much on william's part) he still tried playing it off as if it's not happening.

he did have a small role in elizabeth's death though because he was the one who began working on making the funtime animatronics become murder-bots. instead of making them murder-bots from the beginning, however, he improvised them after they were all fully built, which only made things harder. when lizzie died, baby actually glitched because she was supposed to be activated manually. for some reason though, she just randomly killed elizabeth without any base or bias to do so.

william also felt somewhat guilty about kathryn's death, so he gave her a "second chance" by allowing her spirit to possess ballora (more like trapping it). she was made to somewhat resemble her job anyway, so he thought it would be oh so perfect.

after michael's death however... this is truly the first time he ever felt truly guilty and upset for letting someone close to him die. he forced chris to no longer see his friends at school, filing restraining orders on them, and made chris work with him until he almost passed out from exhaustion. he even constantly misgendered him on purpose 1) to "punish him adequately" and 2) because his perception of trans people has changed overtime since he and ryan had kinda been hooking up a lot (ahemit'ssomethingtodowithbreedingbecausehe'screepyahem) and he doesn't really wanna project that onto chris because ew that would be gross. he's gross, but not that gross.

after chris ran away, he officially disowned him and basically considered him dead in a way. he then began working on finishing an old project he began years ago: making a human robot, and he thought michael would be the perfect candidate. that way, he would continue to emotionally manipulate him into helping william reach immortality and basically godhood. it never truly worked out though because he accidentally just created the first sentient robot who didn't know anything and just went with the flow. (for now we'll call him "michael")

(at some point during this time though he and ryan began the cult, kidnapping the young john asters who's father had just been killed by them, and taking in alex lee as somewhat reward for "punishing chris adequately". i know this is random to just put here, but i had nowhere else to put it)

the next major thing happened in 1986 where investors from [insert nearby town here] wanted to buy into the company. william kinda said "you go work on paperwork, i got this" and eventually kinda just... killed them off because his brain said "oooo free remnant". henry had also been begging to finally do some actual business with people again, and after william killed the investors he said "sure! actually, i think they want to see you now!" of course, henry would get excited, but all that disappears once he steps into the room...

turns out, william had just killed them, and he'd been covered in blood the whole time. he just borrowed one of the men's coats to cover up the blood temporarily. this was where william confessed to everything. he told henry everything he did in an short but elaborate story, exaggerating certain parts to make it seem more exciting than horrifying. he tries justifying this by saying he did everything "for him". henry is absolutely terrified and is very vaguely threatened to keep his mouth shut or else the next person that goes missing would be his fault. if henry hadn't been manipulated and abused by him constantly, he would've screamed the moment he came in the room.

the next day, henry tried bringing it all up to william, but he dismissed it all. he tried saying that is was "all in his head", basically trying to gaslight him into thinking that it never happened. henry thought he was playing some sick joke and decided that he might as well tell the police about everything if william was going to be like this. william then got fed up with henry's "attitude" and basically fired back at him telling him that if henry distrusted him this much, then their relationship was as good as gone. henry tried saying otherwise because he had become too attached to him, but william simply left henry alone with his own thoughts.

william decided he'd go out of town for a bit but tell no one. he spent a few days in the town the investors actually came from before he started to freak out. if he wasn't in town, he wouldn't be able to know what henry's doing. sure, he could just tell ryan to keep watch of him but he also had a huge attachment to henry himself. so he cut his hair shoulder length, dyed his hair blonde, and went back into town with a new name and a new face.

he gave himself the name "dave miller" after henry's assistant's sister, who used to have the name dave miller. he came home and told "michael" about what happened with him and henry. he mainly lied though, telling him that "if he sees me he'd kill me". "michael" was confused because he didn't really know about the concept of death just yet, but he went along with it anyway. "michael" gave himself the name benedict millier to go along with dave, but he wanted his fake middle name to be michael just because he wants to stick with his roots.

1987 comes along, and dave and benedict decide they'd stop by freddy jr's arcade palace because dave has "business to do". in reality, he was trying to essentially redo the idea of murder-bots but using the toy animatronics instead. he gets caught by chris, who immediately recognizes him. dave originally wanted to fake an accent, but he forgot to put it on when he was caught messing with the animatronics. since then, they'd be at each other's throats constantly.

however one day, they were in the middle of an argument neither of them really remember the contents of when they heard a bloodcurdling scream from outside. they immediately went to check it out. benedict was kneeling own next to his friend, jeremy fitzgerald, panicking and unsure of what to do. he doesn't understand why he isn't waking up. dave takes him aside and calls 9-1-1 to deal with the situation.the ambulance come and pick jeremy up, and dave and benedict went to seem him.

on their way there, dave re-explains the concept of death to ben. ben then becomes devastated and freaks out in the car and in the hospital, worrying that he'll never be able to see his first friend in years again. about two months later, jeremy had been in a coma since the bite, and dave decided to give him a visit during the night, pondering whether or not to kill him. he decides not to and gives him some remnant to hopefully wake him up as it did with henry back in '74. the next day, he wakes up, and he and ben eventually form a relationship again. they end up dating and dave is in full support of it!

a few more years pass-- jr's has closed by now-- and it was suddenly 1989; dave decides he's ready to return as william. he goes out of town once again to get his hair cut and to get a nice present to apologize to henry. he returns, slipping a note to henry to meet him by the hill they always sat on in high school. they meet up and have a very happy reunion. henry apologizes and william brings out his present: an engagement ring. william promises to be there for henry and to "never leave him". henry says yes and promises to rebuild their love through their marriage, and he promises to have trust in his partner, pushing all his past actions aside in hopes that he'll change...

...that change never came. william only got worse overtime, his body count piling up even more. even when they took their honeymoon in japan things started to go downhill. william became even more pushy in his requests, became extremely violent during intimate moments, the physical torture he made henry endure just got even worse, and every day he came home with something to be angry about.

during this time, william had begun to be suspicious of henry; he'd been going out a lot with a "friend" of his. william had ryan be a "secret chaperone" (really he was asked to stalk henry the entire time), and he learned that henry's friend was clay burke. he was also told that during that time ryan followed him, he saw henry and clay get into a very awkward position, so to speak. william became absolutely furious but didn't tell henry anything until he felt it was appropriate to bring it up.

to distract himself from his anger, he asked his son ("michael") to help with with a secret business of taking care of the old funtime animatronics underground. he'd been trying to sell them off to someone for a while, and if he wanted them to be sold they'd have to be in tip top shape. "michael" was hesitant because he had recently started to not trust william, but he agreed anyway. plus, he'd get to see his sister again, one he never knew he had.

he also eventually killed the two other employees who also worked underground, feeling that since "michael" was there, their assistance wasn't needed anymore. they simply left the bodies down there to rot; no one would come for them.

on the day of christmas eve, 1993, henry had unfortunately gotten a cold. he was willing to come into work, but william told him to stay home. he went to work alone that day, and he was eventually visited by his uncle. they had talks about the company, and jeff had suggested that they simply close down. jeff then went on about how if he still owned the company, none of this would have happened (even though he was the one who gave ownership to william and henry) an all that bullshit. william got so tired of him and angry that he simply killed him on the spot.

realizing what had happened, he began to spiral out of control, bawling hysterically and having painful anxiety tics. he screamed for someone to maybe hear him, and ryan was luckily nearby. he calmed william down and helped him dispose of the body in the back. before they buried the body though, william decided that he wasn't done with the old man and repeatedly stabbed him. with the anger and anxiety from before mixing, he vomited all of his feeling up into the grass. ryan let him clean up as he buried the body by himself. he then gave william his coat before driving him home. he and henry's secretary, laura, would take care of the restaurant while he and henry rested.

william returned home, expecting henry to be in bed, but instead he saw him daydreaming on the couch. he finally asks about the friend henry had been seeing, and henry bites back at him aking why william needs to know everything he does. he does eventually tell william that he'd been with clay all those times. william then tells henry that he knew about it and tries convincing henry one last time to "prove that he loves him".

henry ends up screaming to him about what william has done to him and his own family members, telling him off before telling him that he'd file for divorce. in a panic, william takes his innocence one last time before henry fought back and slammed a phone into his head. he hears henry say something about freddy's and lets henry leave to put him into a false sense of security.

he and henry eventually are both in freddy's having somewhat of a standoff before he requests to duel with william (somewhat). william basically cheats and ends up stabbing henry's right eye out. after henry passes out, the missing children find him and chase him into the room they were killed in. william puts on the spring bonnie suit, tells the kids off, and suddenly the world goes dark...

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william didn't remember who he was when he woke up. he met a nice fellow named char an thought they were someone named "henry". he didn't really understand why, but their golden-like eyes made him first think that. he befriends them, hoping they can help him understand what's going on.

after a few months, he regains most of his memories and even tells char to try and threaten them. after they freak out and start yelling at him, he decides that they aren't useful anymore. after a long chase, he has them pinned against the wall facefirst. before he could properly torture them into a slow, agonizing death, their brother and father walk into the room: henry and "michael".

"michael", now mikah, quickly gets char out after william, who was dubbed springtrap at the time, broke their arm in front of them. henry grabbed a nearby axe and beat the ever loving shit out of him. henry eventually decides that he'd burn the place down, leaving william inside to help him pass on and leave him alone for good. before henry left, william tried one last time to maybe make henry feel bad for him, and it almost worked. but instead of henry burning with him, mikah had run back inside to help him get out. springtrap ends up surviving and roams the city for a few months.

he then ends up in a random magical girl themed pub where he was relentlessly bullied by elizabeth afton, charlie emily, his ex-wife kathryn, an mike and fritz s. everyone eventually burns, including william, and they all venture to the afterlife (i believe i explained this in another post. if i can find it i'll link it).

after shenanigans in what we would call fnaf world (in which both of his visits are explained here), william escapes the afterlife through a portal to another world. that portal led, coincidentally, to fazbear entertainment's new upcoming vr game. he sees ryan harris testing out the works for fun, and they end up finding a way to communicate. after a bit of trial and error (and a dead jeremy fitzgerald who then accompanies him in the vr game), he successfully is able to enter the real world while using someone else's body as a temporary shell.... or so he thought.

he ended up sharing the body with the body's original owner, vivian valentine. at first, she just seemed really sweet and didn't hold too many grudges against him (mainly because she didn't know who he was). but then they started unconsciously going through each other's memories at random. vivian began to gain a rising hatred for him while william was just utterly confused.

william makes vannie join his old cult, and he, vivian, and ryan get the other two members (john and alex) to properly start collecting remnant again. they don't start for a while though because william wants to give vannie proper conditioning and training to make sure she doesn't try to run away.

they end up splitting after 6 months with william getting a new body. vannie is well prepared to fight but doesn't actually like hurting people. william is very aware of this and does everyting he can to manipulate her into thinking that it'd be good for her. she had already (technically) made someone bleed in self defense, so why can't she use it for offense as well? at least that was william's logic.

william then ends up finding out that ryan actually had a kid after he had gotten springlocked. they both discover that vannie might be their missing child as she was kidnapped many years ago by ryan's ex-wife. they tell vannie the news, and she is extremely confused. it's nice to finally get some answers on her true parents, but the fact that they're both serial killers and abusers makes her hate them even more.

eventually, william, ryan, john, and alex make the decision to "bring in" (aka kidnap) henry and "michael"/mikah (because they don't know abt the robomike situation and how mikah was "born"), but they end up kidnapping them as well as two extras (carlton and char). vannie is furious at the cult but those emotions get distracted by char's own rage at vannie because she never told them about their apparent relations with william. the two end up falling out for a few weeks because char refused to talk to vannie.

after a while, mikah and henry struck up a deal that if henry and mikah stayed and officially joined the cult, char and carlton would be able to walk free. william reluctantly agreed but only if they promised not to tell anyone. they swore that they'd keep their mouths shut and gave their family members a somber farewell for the time being.

timeskip to when fnaf sb happens (which i already did a ramble here so i will just be skipping ahead), and then the cult ends up kidnapping (technically) a boy named sammy. i will not be explaining him here but he's important so just bare with me.

vannie ends up getting sick of william and takes a breather by walking around town. she grabs a car and drives over to the emily-burke household and convinces char, carlton, hope, and her partner gavin to help her take down william once and for all. they agree, and she and char make amends.

she comes back and tells william she wants to duel him, in which william very reluctantly agrees. while he doesn't like her all that much, he found a new sense of familial love knowing she was his daughter (and that she was essentially a replacement to michael at this point so she became his favorite child).

they both end up actually going through with the fight and just duke it out for a good while. as she was keeping william distracted, char and the others grabbed some oil to lay on the ground and spread it all around where they fought. vannie grabs a match, lights it on fire, and drops it onto the oil. william and vannie end up both unfortunately dying in the end (unfortunately that vannie died bc fuck william he deserves it).

they both do end up having more adventures i fnaf world though, and i also explained that in this post lmao.

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molzies-fanfics · 4 years ago

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A/N: I’ve never actually broken anything so I hope this is somewhat accurate, also anon I’m really sorry I didn’t respond earlier but I hope you healed up well!

Parkour had been a hobby once upon a time, but you had started posting videos on the internet, gaining followers over the past couple of years which led to earning a lot of money. So this basically became your job, but wasn’t it everybody’s dream to enjoy what they did for a living?

Although one day you were so caught up in your twists and flips from one surface to the next you didn’t notice that someone had spilt something…

Waking up in the hospital was a nice surprise, a bump on the head and a broken leg was the more nasty one. God…you had no idea how your boyfriend was going to react.

Leo was an incredibly loving and careful boyfriend, sometimes you couldn’t picture your life without him…but right now? You really didn’t want him to come over and see the epic blunder you had gotten yourself into.

He had texted about an hour ago, saying he would drop in when he would get the chance during patrol. It wasn’t like you could just say no! If you said no that would raise suspicions, leading to him coming over anyway. It wasn’t like Leo didn’t trust you, he just got concerned over whether you were getting kidnapped or not.

Letting out a massive sigh, you sat up to try and reach for the tv remote, but moving resulted in tugging the skin trapped under your cast causing you to hiss in pain. “Y/N?” hearing a familiar voice, you whipped your head around meeting the bluest eyes you ever did see. “Hey Leo…” you tried to sound casual, failing miserably as his gaze focused on the dark blue cast. “Oh my god, Y/N what happened?” he questioned as he rushed to your side, cupping your face in his hands.

“Well I was doing some parkour today and…I slipped.” You winced at the recollection. “Oh love, I’m so sorry. Do you need anything?” you were surprised in the change of conversation, originally thinking he was going to scold you for being so reckless, but you saw the concern etched into his features and knew he was being serious.

“The TV remote and some water would be great?” you wondered if you were doing the right thing, taking advantage of this opportunity. “Of course.” He smiled before handing you the remote. With the TV flickering to life, you turned back to him. “I thought you would be mad.” You almost whispered to yourself. “I am a little bit. It’s just…my need to take care of you kinda overrules that.” Leo chuckled to himself as returned with your water.

“Oh…well thanks.” You showed a weak smile before gulping down the glass. “Woah, slow down. You don’t want hiccups as well do you?” he laughed. You attempted to gulp down the lump in your throat as well. “I just realized…I won’t be able to work for so long now.” You gasped. “Love, you need time to heal, and that’s better than irritating the wound and starting all over again…isn’t it?” Leonardo rubbed circles into your shoulder. “I guess so.” You spoke into your glass.

Leaning over to give your forehead a kiss, Leonardo leant his head against yours, staring into your eyes. “I’m here for you.”

Raph had squeezed through your window without even letting you know he was coming. You couldn’t decide whether it was nice of him to surprise you or inconsiderate if he scared you. But you knew this time it was you who was going to give him a shock. The red banded turtle lumbered through your living room before spotting you on the couch.

“Hey…babe?” his tone changed as he spotted the cast trapping your leg. “Hi Raphie.” You greeted pathetically. “What the hell happened? Who did this to you?” he didn’t move as his temper soared, his features expressing a mix of pain, anger and regret. “No one did this to me! Well…unless you count myself.” You chuckled sadly. “…what?” he whispered.

Shutting your eyes tight, you didn’t want to see the look on his face when you told him. “I hurt myself today whilst filming. I wasn’t looking where I was going, there was some water…I slipped.” You sighed, preparing for the worst. Expecting him to yell, stomp about, reminding you what you had done and how he would continue to until it was drilled into your mind how dangerous your job really was. Maybe even tell you not to go back to it…

“Idiot.”

Surprised at the emotion in his voice, you opened your eyes to glance over your boyfriend. “What?” mumbling almost to yourself. “I said you’re an idiot. You should be more careful.” He almost smiled. Instead he sat down on the couch, bicep brushing against your uninjured foot. “I-I’ll keep that in mind.” You stumbled “You’re not mad?”

“How can I? You’ve received the brunt of your mistake anyway, I don’t want to add to that.” He gave you a sad smile whilst rubbing your leg affectionately. “Aw…thanks Raphie.” you whimpered, still a bit emotional from a stressful day and Raph just had to go and be a sweetheart. “Oh hey…don’t cry.” He got up to move closer to you, shuffling himself under your back so you could cuddle.

“Sorry…it’s just been a long day and I wasn’t expecting you to be so nice to me. My mom yelled at me so much today, complaining about how much the hospital would cost me especially since I won’t be able to go back to work now and earn the money back” you started to sob into his chest. “Shush, babe, everything will be alright. And if thing’s get tough around here you’re always welcome to come crash with us.” Raph suggested thoughtfully.

“Your…your brothers won’t mind?” you sniffled, completely bypassing the thought that your boyfriend had practically asked you to move in with him, despite it being purely for your benefit. “Hell no, you’re family Y/N.”

You ended up launching yourself at him then, ignoring the pain in your leg from the sudden movement as you latched your lips onto Raph’s.

“You are so sweet, y’know that?”

“It happens.” He chuckled.

Donnie was practically a doctor himself, so when you broke your leg and only found out when you woke up in hospital, you knew he was gonna be pissed. Not by the fact that you broke it in the first place, but maybe because you didn’t come to him about it. Face it, it would’ve been difficult to get to him with a broken leg but at least it would’ve been free and you would’ve been able to see your boyfriend in this difficult situation.

Walking on crutches back to your apartment only to find out the elevator was out of order was a treat though. The cherry on top of this whole mess. After spending a whole hour, yes an HOUR, climbing the stairs with your cast on, you opened your door to be greeted by none other than Donatello.

“There you are dove! I was starting to get…worried.” He was excited to see you before his eyes fell to your cast. Feeling way too tired for this, you were hoping he wasn’t about to start an argument. Closing the door before anyone in the hallway could see him, you turned around only to be met with a hug. Which was kind of difficult seeing as Donnie was six foot six.

“What happened? Are you okay? Well, clearly not you’ve broken your leg! Do you need anything? Water? Hot water bottle? Do you need me to help scratch your leg? I’ve heard casts can be super scratchy.” Your boyfriend started to ramble. “Donnie! I’m fine, I just need to sit down. The elevator was out of order so I had to use the stairs.” You explained briefly before hobbling over to the couch. That was before Donnie scooped you up bridal style of course.

“Let me take care of you.” He smiled warmly. You were too exhausted to say anything but “Okay.” Laying you down on the sofa, Donnie got you some snacks, blankets and put your favorite movie on. Curling up into his arms you realized how truly grateful you were to have a boyfriend like Donatello. Kissing him on the cheek, you gave him an exhausted grin, staring into his emerald orbs before placing your head in the crook of his neck.

“I’m here for you always dove.”

“Thank you Donatello.”

You couldn’t lie to Mikey, you couldn’t even keep a secret from him. His face was like a magnet for your affection, and that included being truthful. Which meant you had to tell him that you broke your leg and that was why you had to cancel your date. So, when you texted him without saying why, he immediately asked if he could come over instead. Knowing it was better to go this over with sooner rather than later, you said it was okay.

Dreading the minutes in between the text and when he arrived, you sat there trying to get comfortable with, what felt like, an over sized cast. It was like slow torture on a mental and physical plane…which sucked. All you knew was that Mikey would be upset when he had seen what had happened, but he wouldn’t be angry…would he? You’ve never seen Mikey angry before, but that doesn’t mean he never had been angry. Anxiety started to build up in your chest, today had been challenging enough.

“Hey sweet cheeks! Sorry I took so long, want to pick up some pizza!” He chirped as he stumbled into your living room, leaving the window open. A draft picked up, causing you to shiver. As if sensing it, Mike picked up the nearest blanket, came over and wrapped you up in it. He then sat down next to you, completely ignoring your cast set on the pillow next to him, and took a slice out of the box.

“So how was your day?” He beamed. Sunlight was basically coming out of his cheeks at this point. “Uh…kinda horrible?” you chuckled to yourself, starting to find it funny that he hadn’t noticed yet. “Oh no, how come?” he then rubbed your leg. You gave him a look before gesturing to where his hand lay, looking down Mike finally put two and two together.

“Oh my god! What did you do?!”

“HAHAHA, I love you Mike.”

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basicjetsetter · 4 years ago

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Part IV

♡ Pairing: Peter Parker x Black!FemaleReader

▹ Warnings: Little angst, Lot of anxiety, Fluff if you squint

▹ Words: 2.8k

▹ A/N: This chapter’s a bit on the short side, but it establishes a lot. Happy reading!

You’re not exactly sure how you pull it off, but you somehow manage to elude Peter for five straight days.

Playing the impromptu game of hide-and-not-be-seen was touch and go for the first two days, mainly because you weren’t sure what time you’d see Peter in the diner’s entrance. All you knew was that he’d show up early, whatever that meant. Almost every chiming bell sent your heart into overdrive, and whenever you thought you saw him, your stomach performed painful somersaults as you mapped out all likely escape routes.

No place in the diner was safe. Hal’s has a pretty simple layout: front entrance, booths to the immediate right, and bar with barstools to the immediate left, all in a shotgun fashion. If one were to try looking for someone, especially from the front entrance, all they’d have to do is marginally widen their field of vision, which is why the first two days were tricky.

The next day after the first run-in, about three hours earlier than his initial arrival, Peter came in through the front door, buddying up with Chris and asking for you.

You were clearing off an unoccupied table, piling dirty plates, when Chris called out, “Hey! How’s it hanging, Peter?” With the stack of dishes still clenched in your hands, you dropped down and crawled under the booth, coming face to face with an unsavory assortment of chewed-up gum underneath the table, holding your breath for dear life. Peter stayed for about ten agonizingly treacherous minutes as Chris failed to locate you.

On the second day, a sluggish Tuesday morning with only four regular patrons at the bar and no one in the booths, Peter had just walked through the entrance as you were coming out of the back, hand-carrying three of Hal’s famous Thin Mint Milkshakes. Without a thought, you spun right around and dashed in the opposite direction, busting through the employee door and colliding straight into Wendy. You’d never seen someone throw such a fit, but then again, you’d be pretty pissed too if someone coated you head-to-toe in milkshake.

That day was… eventful, to say the least, but it gifted you with the best estimate for Peter’s arrivals. Early meant 11:30 a.m. on the dot. Lunch. You tested out the time the next day, waiting behind the employee door and peering out the medium-sized port window. At 11:30 a.m., right on cue, was Peter, dapping Chris and ordering a slice of Banana Cream Pie to-go while also asking for your whereabouts, staying for only half an hour.

He left you a note each time he departed.

Can’t seem to catch you. I’ll try again tomorrow :) – Peter

Is this not a good time for you? I’ll stop by later if you want – Peter

Is everything alright? Text or call anytime you need me. I’ll be there – Peter

From the second note on, you found yourself captivated by his neat little scrawl and the way he always signed his name at the end, as if you’d forget it was him. You’d read them on your way home and right before falling asleep, trying and failing not to picture him smiling at you while you absent-mindedly smiled at his words.

Your friendly boy-next-door is so easy to fall for, but you just can’t do it. You can’t allow yourself to fall. Nobody would be there to pick you back up.

Some nights, you lied awake drafting a message that would effectively convince Peter that things wouldn’t work between you, that you’re a lost cause, and he should probably find some other connection if such a thing exists. But then, unfailingly, you’d think about his concerned little notes and sadly acknowledge that he deserves more than a measly text. After showing up to Hal’s for almost a whole week just to get to know you, Peter deserves the truth.

Your heart is not ready for a Soulmate, and it might not ever be.

By the fifth day, you spend a good chunk of time pondering over the right words to say to Peter while simultaneously hiding in the kitchen, pretending to prepare more fries. You never looked forward to hiding from him, but what other option did you have? Going out there and letting your coworkers and boss know he’s your Soulmate? They wouldn’t shut up about it, especially not Chris, the open romantic.

When your shift ended that day, and you walked up to Chris so he could hand you Peter’s fifth note, he emphatically shook his head.

“On behalf of my new friend, Peter, I can’t in good faith give this to you,” he stated, tucking the folded paper into his back pocket and crossing his arms. “Not until you tell me why you’re dodging him.”

You frowned, crossing your arms too. “It’s really none of your business, Chris.”

“True, but it’s his.” The little dig got to you, making you wince. Chris continued softly, “Look, he won’t tell me what’s up with you two, either. And, trust me, I've asked. It's just... I’m kinda involved now, being the messenger and all, so shouldn’t I know some of the situation?”

“No…?” you hedged.

Chris didn’t budge.

You couldn’t think of a lie on the spot, and a half-truth would only further complicate things. Treading the fine line of what’s too much information and what’s not enough left you frustratingly tongue-tied. What’s specific enough to still be vague? Chris stared at you expectantly with a petulant little lift in his brow, ignoring a customer’s disgruntled calls for a refill in the napkin dispenser.

In the end, you huffed out a resigned breath and hesitantly admitted, “Peter's someone I knew from high school—a really nice guy.” For Chris’s benefit, you added, “He just likes to check up on me every now and then. You know how I don’t get out that much…”

And in a heartbeat, Chris morphed from a tough enquirer to a softened pile of dough, sagely nodding his head as if he knew all too well how reserved you are and how much of a losing battle it is persuading you to venture out. Or maybe it was because he understood how difficult it is to reconnect with people you unwilfully lost touch with for five years.

How everything and everyone fell right back into step with everyday life, like five years was just five minutes, continues to boggle your mind. It’s not normal. You won’t ever pretend that it is.

The disgruntled man shouted, “Can I get any damn service around here?”

Chris immediately broke from the conversation and left you behind the bar, off to go charm the customer’s socks off and earn a nice $10 tip even though he clocked out ten minutes ago.

You went on your way home, the ever-present anxiety of confronting Peter growing by the second.

Hours later, dressed down to your pajamas and reading his words over again, you’re still thinking about it, dread now gnawing on your insides.

You couldn’t even enjoy your newfound peace of mind. Ever since the voice stopped, Peter twined into all of your thoughts: his notes, his visits, his smile, your connection to him. There had to be a reason why destiny paired you. Besides being your Soulmate, what is he to you? What are you to him?

Unrest barred you from sleep for most of the night, and when you woke up the next morning, showered and ready to tackle another day, it hit you.

It’s Saturday—your day off this week—and you’re not scheduled to go back to work until Monday.

You could put off telling him… but what would be the point? It’d only prolong the inevitable. You needed to come clean today.

Picking up your phone, you steadily tap in his memorized cell number, then type:

-Hey Peter, it’s Y/N. Can you come by my place? We need to talk.

Three minutes later, he texts back.

-On my way.

✦ ✧✦ ✧

A nice, early summer breeze billows around you, doing its best to calm down your erratic nerves as you wait for Peter on the roof.

Are you doing the right thing?

Will Peter be okay with this?

What if he isn’t?

You jump out of your skin at the muffled Thwip and sudden appearance of Peter standing a few feet away.

His chestnut hair is windswept, and he’s wearing regular clothes, a faded blue Midtown High hoodie and denim jeans. You weren’t sure why you expected him to come dressed in his suit. It could be because you heard the sound of his web-slinger first and immediately thought of Spider-Man, but it’s more likely that your brain hasn’t connected that they are one and the same. You don’t see Spider-Man when you see him. All you see is Peter.

He’s tense, not moving an inch closer and keeping his shoulders pinched up like he’s on the defense. You can’t guess why he would be.

Gulping down a hard lump lodged in your throat, you stutter, “H-hi.”

He gives you a polite smile that doesn’t reach his sullen eyes. “Hey”

You both begin at the same time.

“Peter, I—”

“Look, Y/N—”

Ice floods your stomach, freezing your veins and squeezing your pounding heart. He has something to say to you? About what? You subtly jerk your head up, signaling for him to speak first.

Peter clears his throat, looks down at his shoes, then back up at you. “I know you’ve been hiding from me.”

“You do?” you squeak, eyes wide.

“Yeah, and it’s okay.”

Your voice hikes an octave. “It is?”

He nods. “Yeah. It’s fine. I get it.” He stops to scratch the back of his neck and dejectedly rambles on, “I’m not the safest person to be around, and it’s all super weird and a lot to take in. Like, a lot. My Aunt May freaked out too when she found out. Anyway, I… I get it if you don’t, y’know, don’t want me.”

“Wait, hold on,” you interrupt, trying to wrap your head around what he said. “You think… you think I don’t want you because you’re Spider-Man?”

“Well, yeah.” He says it like there couldn’t be any other possible reason.

You lower your gaze to the ground, unable to meet his curious gaze. “No, Peter, that’s not it.” Tears prick your eyes, but you fight like hell to keep them from falling. Steeling yourself, you quietly confess, “It’s me. I can’t be your Soulmate because…” A rebellious tear rolls down your cheek. “Because I’m not ready.”

As soon as you spoke the truth out loud, laying yourself and your broken soul bare, you dimly sense the previously severed string quiver deep down inside your chest. It’s the first time you felt it in five years, and it’s not how you remember it. It’s not severed, but it’s not whole either. Its presence only reminds you of what you can’t have, what you aren’t ready for.

In the ensuing quiet, you swipe the tear off your cheek and look at everything except Peter. Yellow tulips are blooming on someone’s balcony in the neighboring apartment building. A handful of fluffy clouds float in the piercing blue sky. An orange tabby cat is sun-bathing in a window.

It’s such a beautiful day. Yet, here you are, struggling not to cry on a roof.

Peter breaks through the silence, murmuring, “To be honest, I’m not ready either.”

“Really?” You ask, a little too hopeful, bringing your eyes back to his. They look so weary yet resolute.

“Yeah. I was actually freaking out that night we met.” He timidly grins, and your heart flips. “I didn’t know what to say, then I screwed up and forgot to ask if you were okay after I had literally just saved you from falling. Not really a glowing first impression.”

Astonishing yourself, you laugh. You couldn’t help it. There was absolutely nothing remotely hilarious about that night, but the way Peter described it, as if it were a blunder solely on his part, was so ridiculous that it was funny. Peter joins in, too, his laugh coming out airy and wondrously addictive. That smile you couldn’t stop thinking about for a whole week brightens his face.

When the laughs fade, Peter soberly says, “Even if we aren’t ready, maybe we can try being friends, just to see where things go? I mean, we were meant to be together for a reason, right? This could be it.”

You unconsciously nibble on your lower lip, considering his proposal. It hadn’t occurred to you that he might want to be friends. Would you want to do that? These days, you aren’t really open to platonic relationships, and Soulmate or not, being in a friendship would require some sort of connection. You don’t like those much.

Be that as it may, Peter seems like the type to respect your many boundaries, and that’s exactly what you would prefer in a friend at the moment. Someone who doesn’t pry. Someone who doesn’t uphold generic expectations. You could go for a diner talk every once in a while.

Besides, it’s just a little friendship. Most are surface level, and some don’t even last a year. What’s the worst that could happen?

You sincerely smile at Peter, wondering about the last time your smiles were sincere, and say, “Okay. Let’s be friends.”

His face radiates joy. “Seriously?”

“Yeah, I think we can do that. But I have a few terms.”

Peter eagerly nods, waiting.

You try not to focus on how his happiness thrills you. “One, don’t tell anyone we’re Soulmates. I don’t really want any of my coworkers to know.”

His smile drops into a sheepish wince. “I kinda already told Ned. But he won’t tell anyone, I swear.”

“That’s okay. It’s mostly my coworkers I’m worried about,” you reassure. You weren’t going to berate him for telling his best friend. If things were different, you’d have done the same. “Two, don’t ask me to hang out with your other friends. I don’t do big friend circles.”

“Got it,” he militantly nods again. “It’s mostly just Ned and me anyway.”

“And three,” your grin broadens. “If Chris asks you what’s going on between us, be super vague.”

“Done.” He smirks back at you, then extends his hand. “Friends?”

When your hand touches his, and you shake on it, the warmth of his palm thaws out all your remaining anxiety. “Friends.”

✦ ✧✦ ✧

When Monday rolls around, a tiny ball of doubt weighs you down.

It’s not that you were afraid of talking to Peter. You were actually looking forward to getting to know him now that you officially became friends. It’s the future you’re stuck on. What happens if you get too attached to this friendship and want more? What if friendship is all he wants? What if it’s the other way around?

If you were honest with yourself, you’d know which way the gage is leaning, and it’s not in your favor.

You’re cleaning off the bar top when Peter comes in, doing his usual greeting with Chris before settling down on a barstool in front of you. He’s a little high strung, leaning his chin on his hand, then thinking against it, only to do it again. It was oddly comforting to know that he was overthinking too.

The corners of your lips tug up in a soft smile. “Hi, Peter.”

Your face warms as he smiles back. “Hey, Y/N.”

Chris barges in, leaning his elbows on the bar top and gaping incredulously at you and Peter. “Woah, woah, woah! Did I miss something? Since when are you two speaking in public?”

Peter checks his watch. “About thirty-seven seconds ago.”

“Oh, come on, dude. At least tell me what happened.”

You and Peter share a knowing look like two conniving co-conspirators sharing an inside joke, and you giggle as Chris huffs in annoyance. He glumly storms off when you two stay hushed, muttering, “Fine, next time you need a middle-man, count me out.”

“Does he hold grudges?” Peter asks after Chris walks out of earshot.

You’re still shaking with giggles. “Not at all. He’ll be back to his happy self in less than an hour.”

Peter only stays at Hal’s for twenty-five minutes, but they were the funniest and most intriguing twenty-five minutes you ever worked.

The conversation began slowly at first, but each question loosened the formalities. Peter asked about easy things: when did you get into art, when did you start working at Hal’s, and when was your birthday, all while digging into his slice of pie. He caught on fast enough to know the topic of parents was off-limits, and he thankfully chose to stay away from any talk of the blip.

When you asked him questions, he was open and responsive, jumping at the chance to talk about his passion for bio-sciences and Star Wars, sometimes covertly mentioning some of the duties he has a Spider-Man. Not a minute was wasted. You talked while serving customers and cleaning tables, keeping up the joke of staying quiet when Chris tried to meddle.

It all turned out smoother than you expected. Almost too smooth, and you’re not sure if that’s good or bad.

You are sure about one thing, though. You like having Peter as a friend.

...

Part V

#peter parker #peter parker x black!reader #peter parker x reader #spider-man x black!reader #spider-man x reader #soulmate au #post endgame #pre far from home #peter parker soulmate au #peter parker angst #peter parker fic #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker fanfic #marvel fanfic #black!reader #slow burn #how to trust a heart #peter parker fluff

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sylvie-writes · 4 years ago

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Darling

a/n: So this was originally gonna be part of a series on wattpad, but I can’t log into my account (ahhhh) anyway I had some writing in the drafts (I’ve lost all of them now), but the only one I could get was this b/c I wrote this on Docs. Sorry for rambling about my personal problems, anyhoo enjoy!

Warnings: Ransom being Ransom, Sickness, any grammar mistakes and repetitious wording.

It was around 11:00 AM. Harlan had been working diligently to finish a few chapters. He let you leave to go help Ransom, after all it was part of your job. Harlan worked on writing while making small conversation with Marta. Although you were his assistant and typist, Marta was the one who took care of him while you took care of his things. You bid goodbye to Harlan and Marta before leaving the huge estate.

Pulling into Ransom's driveway you knew he was there, only guessing what hell he'd put you through today. The spoiled brat sat at the island counter, waiting for you.

"You’re late." He stated matter of factly.

You scoffed, he didn't own you. "I was working with Harlan if you couldn't remember." Walking towards the island you grabbed one of the many pans and cracked a few eggs into a bowl. It was your job to be at his beck and call basically. Ransom just sat there watching, being of no help, like usual.

"Omelette?" You looked up into his tired blue eyes. Ransom just shook his head.

The pan was on the stovetop, heating up, as the eggs were being scrambled by you. Harlan had treated you and Marta to an early breakfast this morning at a nearby brunch restaurant. The pancakes were amazing and by far the best ones you had ever eaten.

Once the pan was properly heated, you poured in the eggs along with some herbs, shaking the pan till the eggs set. When the omelette was finally cooked, you set it on a plate, folding it. You had assumed Ransom would want cheese, so you dropped some shredded cheese on top. Turning around, you grabbed a glass from the cabinet, then walked to the fridge to pour Ransom a glass of some fresh orange juice you bought the other day. You and Marta had gone to a local farmer's market to get some things for Harlan when you saw the orange juice and remembered how much Ransom had whined for it. Pushing the plate towards him, you walked around the island and stood behind his chair, placing the glass in front of him.

"It's cold and dry." He opened his mouth, but not to thank you. So many times you had gone out of your way for him and always thought about him, yet he never once thanked you. Treating you like you were the help. No you weren't, you were a person with feelings that obviously weren't respected.

This morning had been a bad one. You woke up a little stuffy and had a huge headache. Not wanting to worry, you just brushed it off as allergies. Harlan had noticed you weren't feeling like yourself, because as you typed, you struggled to focus, impending headache making it impossible. Harlan, being a considerate boss, told you to stop and take it easy, but you were stubborn, insisting you were fine.

You could normally take Ransom's shit but this was the last straw.

"Could you ever just thank me once?" The headache that was growing was not helping the situation. He just looked up at you. At this point you were crying from the pain in your body and his bullshit. Your arms were flying around as you talked.

"You know Ransom, could you ever be nice to me? Just once! Maybe even appreciate all the things I do for you? I'm trying to help you even when I feel like shit!" Now you stormed out, going up stairs to clean his room. Another one of your chores.

Ransom's bedroom was a mess. Clothes strewn everywhere, between his sweaters and the random feminine clothing laid on the floor, his room was a pigsty. In his closet was a laundry hamper that he seemed to miss every time. You grabbed the hamper and rolled it out of the closet. Lifting the lid, you threw all the clothes inside, including the ones that were once laid around the basket. It was infuriating that this 30 year old man's room was messier than a five year old's. While throwing the clothes in, you were so lost in your thoughts and the growing headache, that you didn't even notice Ransom staring at you from the doorway.

For once he wasn't smirking, but instead his face showed... concern and remorse? You stripped the bed of its sheets and he walked over, his brows furrowed, looking down on you. For a split second, you stopped working and looked back up at him, it looked as if there were two of him, things kinda blurry. You hadn't noticed before, but it seemed to be getting hotter in the room. Just shrugging it off, you continued working, Ransom still standing there. The sheets and comforter were on the floor and you were now throwing the pillowcases in the hamper. As you did so, the lid slammed on your hand. "Shit!" Some would call it reflex but he'd call it instinct, Ransom grabbed your hand and gently kissed the back of it. "Darling, you need to sit down. Your cheeks are flushed and you look weak." In his voice there were no ill intentions. Hugh Ransom Drysdale being kind, to you? Yeah, you were definitely sick.

When you didn't sit down, Ransom then pressed his wrist to your forehead. "You are burning up." You were still in shock. He had never been this nice to someone. Just minutes ago he was a complete jerk, just for his own entertainment. You didn't budge, at all. Maybe this was all a sick joke, maybe he was going to be an ass and leave you there for dead, but instead Ransom swooped you up, earning a slight gasp from yourself. He set you down in the chair beside the bed, putting up his finger, signaling you to stay put. He rushed out and into the hallway. Minutes later he came back with new sheets, and you expected that he was going to make you do it, but nope. It was a sight, Ransom Drysdale actually making his bed. He set up the pillows and pulled down the covers. You tried your best to focus on what he was doing, but the raging fever didn't really allow you too. Before you knew it, Ransom was standing in front of you, hands out. You placed your hands in his and he helped you up, putting you in his bed. Fevers are the worst, for one, never in a thousand years would you let Ransom Drysdale put you in his bed, let alone take care of you. In other circumstances you would have gone home, but you were way too sick to drive.

'I must have died and this is heaven.' The statement almost felt true. You were just laying there, in Ransom's bed. Sick, and helpless.

Ransom had gone to the bathroom to grab a thermometer. A few months ago you had bought a mercury thermometer for his house after a visit from a little thing called bronchitis. The dumb ass had gone that night to the country club with his snobby and condescending friends. Later he came home with some giggly blonde. As they made out, the girl quickly pulled away from his lips and coughed madly, but then resumed, reassuring him it was just a slight cough. A total lie, because that slight cough, was more than just a cough. Yeah, it was a frickin' infection, and guess who got it too? Ransom. And guess who had to care for him? You.

Your fever-induced daydreaming was over. Ransom came back with the small stick in hand. You willingly opened your mouth, attempting to keep your heavy eyelids open. Setting a fifteen minute timer on his phone, leaving it beside you on the nightstand.

"(y/n), darling, you are dehydrated. I'll be right back."

This was so weird. Ransom had always called you 'Darling'. At first it was to irritate you, then it gradually changed to an occasional pet name, but now, now he used it with no ill intentions.

Your voice was raspy, words barely able to be understood. "Ran, it's very hot in here." The heat was your body trying to fight off the fever. Barely minutes ago you complained about being cold, but now you were a sweating mess. "Here, try this." Ransom got up out of the chair and went into his closet. In the corner you had stacked the folded clothes of the many one night standees. He's never going to see any of those girls again, so you just left them there as a reminder of his recklessness. Ransom grabbed the pair of blush colored dolphin shorts and the white camisole that had lace on the top and bottom of it. The rest of the clothes weren't made for lounging at all. It looked like it would fit you and he walked out of the closet, sitting back down beside you.

"I hope these work for you." Ransom gently laid down the clothes in your lap. All you wanted to do was sleep, and that was what you had been doing for the time being. Earlier, you could tell Ransom was uncomfortable in his chair, but he didn't want to leave you. It was...

It was sweet. It was endearing. It made Ransom genuinely charming...

Upon waking up from your mini nap, you saw the clothes laid in your lap. With all your might, you pushed your arms, trying to sit up. The fever had made you so weak, it felt like your whole body was aching.

Ransom noticed your struggling and came over to help you sit up.

"Thank you, Ransom, these will fit fine." You tried your best to give him a smile, after all this wasn't the usual Ransom Drysdale. He returned the gesture, now sitting on the edge of the bed.

"You don't care about this sicky thing?"

In all honesty, you weren't sure if the words had properly come out of your mouth. After all, it sounded correct in your mind, but your brain was all flustered from the new found debility, messing up your speech. What you were really trying to say was, "You aren't scared of catching this thing from me?" Ransom just sweetly smiled. He knew you were trying so hard to fight the sickness, but your words still dragged on. Each one lacing over the next. Luckily, he knew what you were trying to say.

"Of course not, you were here for me, now it's my turn to care for you, darling."

There he goes again, 'darling', gets you every time.

"I think we have a problem."

His eyes shot wide, with more concern.

"Too weak." You pointed towards the clothes, your eyes drooping slightly. Ransom got off the side of the bed and wrapped his arms around your waist. He gently pulled you up. Once you were standing, he held you by the waist, your legs feeling like jelly, wobbling slightly. Ransom had one hand on your waist to keep you stable as the other one grabbed the clothes.

"May I?" It was almost sheepishly. Hugh Ransom Drysdale, nervously asked if he could remove a girl's clothing. Normally the smug son of a bitch would just rip it off any other woman, but he had an ounce of respect for you in his body, surprising.

If you were in the right state of mind, you'd never let him, but it was hot and you were tired of your jeans and your wool top. Combined with the heat your body was emitting, it was like someone had turned the thermostat to the setting of hell. It was either the heat or your dignity, and at this point you'd rather not be any more miserable than you are.

"Please." Ransom nodded at your agreement and helped you remove your wool top. He tried to keep your modesty intact, looking at your face as he changed your top instead of staring at your chest. It did tempt him, but he wanted to treat you right. He may not have a good track record with women, but he wanted to change that with you. The same with your pants. He made you sit on the bed as he pulled down your jeans, still trying to be considerate. He too knew very well that if you weren't sick you'd never agree to this.

Finally your shorts and top were on. But your cheeks were still flushed, sweat still on your skin. Ransom had brought up another Gatorade not too long ago, trying to keep you hydrated.

"I'm still hot." You laid on top of the cool sheets now, the ceiling fan running too. Your words weren't meant to be demanding, more of, asking for help.

If this were just anybody, Ransom would be pissed for such a great deal of complaining, but he understood that you were sick and you just wanted relief. Believe it or not, but Ransom hated to see you suffer. Yeah, I know, hard to believe.

You had a hair tie on your wrist and Ransom lightly picked up your hand to grab it. He brushed the sweaty hairs off of your forehead and tenderly moved your heavy limbs. His warm hands rested on your bare shoulders as he turned you ever the slightest.

Ransom then pulled your hair into a ponytail, placing a delicate kiss on the top of your head. He didn't want to overstep and instead went with the sweet and tender kiss, not one full of lust and passion. After all, you were sick, and he didn't want to take advantage of you. Again, surprising.

Well, it was only surprising because the man was such a player. If one were to look up the man on any news website. His name would be right there in bold, probably beside a picture of him and some random girl. Maybe it was possible for Hugh Ransom Drysdale to have a change of heart and attitude.

You weren't sure if you were hallucinating or just feeling things, but you did feel something on your head, and it felt like a kiss. It would be a lie to say you didn't find Ransom attractive. You may have been harboring a small crush, before, even when he was an asshole to you, however, after today when he showed his soft side, your crush grew three times larger. Like the Grinch's heart. Come to think of it, Ransom was basically the grinch. His heart had grown in size, in a matter of hours. Just hours ago he was being a complete pain in the ass to you.

It was getting darker now. From all the naps you had taken, one might've thought it was the next day if it were not for the date on your cell phone. Apparently sleep when you are sick feels like hours when it was only minutes.

Your phone had gone off, a special ringtone you knew all too well. It was Harlan, he needed your help finishing typing up the chapter he had just completed.

"Could you please get that?" You threw your arm, weakly pointing to the phone. Ransom checked and it was Harlan, setting the phone back down.

"Please call him." At this point you couldn't talk anymore, barely able to think of the next word to leave your mouth. Ransom was smart and put the pieces together. He called Harlan and gave him your notice. Harlan in return wishing you a fast recovery. Surprisingly, Harlan wasn’t shocked when Ransom answered the phone. He always wanted you two to be together anyway. You were the girl Ransom needed.

By now, it was 6:00 PM. You had been in bed for over a little more than four hours. Ransom had been in that same chair for the last four hours, occasionally readjusting, clear discomfort on his face. He'd leave every so often to get you a drink or some Ibuprofen to keep your fever down. Your body still hadn't really adjusted and it was still hotter than you would have liked, although the cold drinks and cooler outfit did help.

Sometimes when you'd come over to help Ransom, you'd make him dinner, if not he'd go eat out with his friends at the country club. Just to be a pain in the ass, he would drag you along at times. Tonight was different, Ransom knew you'd weren't that hungry, another effect of the fever, so he cooked you some good old fashioned chicken soup. The same one you had cooked when he was sick. He wasn't sure at the time if it was the illness-induced delirium or not, but that soup seemed to make him feel better.

At the time, you had left the recipe on a small stick note, your beautiful handwriting as you had inscribed the recipe. It was another well kept secret that Ransom Drysdale could cook.

He came back up around 6:30 with a cold glass of your favorite soda and the soup on a wooden serving tray that could sit in the bed. He lightly tapped you, waking you from your 50th nap. Lifting your head off the pillow, you sat up, glancing down at the delicious food in front. It was like he knew. You weren't starving nor were you full, this seemed to be in between and perfect. He sat back down in the chair, after turning the ceiling fan up a notch, knowing the soup would warm you up again. It pained him seeing your frail hand shaking as you fed yourself. The glass was so heavy for your aching hand that Ransom kindly picked it up for you, allowing you to drink from the straw he had included.

After he put away your food once you had finished, he came back up. This time you were awake. As you slept before, he had been on his phone, texting friends and cancelling plans for the night, but now he had nothing to do. You were awake and had noticed his discomfort once again.

"Ransom this is your bed too." With all the strength you had left, you patted his side of the bed and he slowly walked over, as if you were going to change your mind. With nothing to do, Ransom asked if you wanted to watch a movie and you both agreed on a classic movie. Another terrible thing to come out of your sickness, was that your ears were clogged. You could still hear but not as well and when you laughed it made your head rattle. Ransom was glad to see you finally smile amidst your rough day. He would love to see you like that all the time.

The movie was halfway finished and you had fallen asleep. Your body trying to catch up on rest from working to fight the invading illness. At some point you had fallen asleep on his chest, his steady heart beat lulling you to sleep and he slowly ran his fingers through your somewhat damp hair. He too fell asleep. His hand softly laid on your head since he had fallen asleep while stroking your hair.

At the ungodly hour of 2:00 AM you woke up. It was hot once again, you were now sweating. Ransom had been giving you the proper dosage of ibuprofen, making sure to not miss a single time slot. It had helped relieve the fever because now you were sweating and starting to break your fever. Ransom felt you stirring and woke up.

"What is wrong?" He turned on the lamp so he could look at you.

"The fever. It's breaking." The second time you had smiled today and it made Ransom's world.

Ransom removed the sheet not wanting to make you hot and he sat up, as did you. After some cold sweats you felt your body return to a somewhat normal temperature. Ransom leaned across you to get the thermometer he had laid on the nightstand and stuck it in your mouth after shaking up the mercury. He set the timer for fifteen minutes and you leaned back on his chest and he once again kissed your head. This time you knew you weren't delusional.

The quiet timer had gone off and Ransom removed the thermometer from your mouth. He leaned towards the night lamp trying to read the small numbers. 98.4, close enough. He placed it back down and turned off the night lamp.

"It's great, darling, your fever broke." He wrapped his arm around your shoulders as you once again leaned on his broad chest. You smiled, not only because your fever was gone, but because Ransom could be so caring.

"We should get some more rest." You nodded and he slowly ran his large hand up and down your arm. The both of you scooted out of your sitting positions and into sleeping ones. You were on your side when you felt Ransom's arm drape across your waist. He knew you'd push it off if you didn't want it. Hell, you wouldn't even be in his bed still if you didn't feel the same way. He had no clue that he could care about you so much, and honestly neither could you.

"Just give him a chance." You thought to yourself.

The next morning you woke up around 10:00 AM. You weren't sure if Harlan was expecting you, so you rushed to get up, Ransom's arms stopping you.

"He said you didn't have to meet him till the afternoon of the day you were ready to go back." Ransom's face was laid into the pillow as he mumbled the sentence out. He had every right to be tired, after all, he cared for you over a matter of at least six hours straight. Also something he hadn't done before.

"Well I will surprise him and meet him today." You jokingly replied to the man. Ransom didn't argue, he knew very well that you were devoted to your job.

You didn't have any clothes over at his house and your ones from last night were covered in your germs and sweat. Thank goodness for the ones from Ransom's one night stands. You went into the same corner he had grabbed your sleepwear from. Luckily some undergarments and a pair of black leggings along with a peach chiffon top some girl or girls had left behind. When you first met Harlan, you wore office attire, now Harlan didn't care as long as you showed up. He knew you were dedicated to your job and trusted you with his everything.

Ransom's shower was huge. His toiletries lined up on the tile shelf inside the shower. In the closet, fresh, fluffy, cotton towels, two of which you grabbed. One for your hair and one for your body. Under the sink, you found a few travel size bottles of vanilla shampoo and conditioner. Not sure who is once belonged to, you still used it, Ransom wouldn't care. The only body wash was his and it smelt like mint. A smell that was so intoxicating. The relaxing shower felt as if you had washed away all the germs, stepping out a new person. You continued getting ready for your day and walked out of the bathroom to find no Ransom. He still played that little game and left the bed unmade, which you pulled off the sheets and put with the other dirty ones when you noticed they were gone. Instead they sat neatly folded and cleaned on the chair where he was once sitting. Ransom Drysdale had done his own laundry? What else did he have up his sleeves?

As you walked down the steps and through the sitting room, you could smell food being cooked. There was Ransom pulling a breakfast casserole out of the oven. The laundry basket you had in your hands, was set down on the floor as you walked closer to him. He heard you put down the basket and turned around smiling.

"Darling, you didn't have to do that. I was gonna get it." He pointed to the laundry basket. 'Oh so he wasn't playing a game with you?'

"I made a breakfast casserole, I thought I'd try something new. I hope you like it." And boy did you like it.

Ransom Drysdale had cooked an amazing breakfast.

"Who are you and where did you take Ransom Drysdale?" Ransom simply laughed and took away your dishes. He was doing dishes too?!!? At this point he was basically doing all the daily things Harlan had hired you to do. He was actually capable of living! You checked your watch and it was 12:15.

Ransom had set down the dishes momentarily and walked you to the door.

"See you later?" He almost sounded worried like you'd run away. You just smiled up at him, nodding, and hoping this would never end.

"Thank you." It was all real. Ransom Drysdale had a change of attitude in a short span of a couple of days. He even had a heart, one that cared for you. After finishing your sentence, you stood on your tippy toes, kissing his cheek, sweetly and slowly. Turning on your heel to leave and go meet Harlan.

Oh if only you saw the effect you had on Ransom and how flustered he was...

#ransom drysdale imagine #ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale x you #chris evans

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Universe Bracelet

Description: So this is for @yslbuckyx ‘s writing challenge and the first time I’m writing for a challenge and I’ve been wanting to do this “Changing Universes for a day” AU for quite some time and this was the perfect opportunity. Could be better, could be worse. Hope you enjoy! Feedback on writing and especially formatting would be nice (Tumblr formatting is weird sometimes lmao)

Prompt: “Is that my sweater?” | Reader x Bucky (hinted)

Word Count: 2000+

For: @yslbuckyx

Warnings: None. Unless you are allergic to fluff.

M A S T E R L I S T

You opened your eyes slowly after sleeping for what feels like 10 years. It doesn’t feel normal from the second you slip back into consciousness. Your eyes open up to see a room you don’t know. Wait! You weren’t much of a party person and you didn’t leave your house in a week. Sleepwalking wasn’t usual for you either. You concentrated on your body. No sign of pain or exhaustion. What happened?

The cozy socks you were suddenly wearing reached the ground very quickly and you went to open the blinds. It felt oddly familiar but not like you were dreaming. All your eyes could see was nature and a part of the building you were in. You shook your head trying to think about your next few steps.

“How do I find out where I am and if I’m in danger?” Those words calmly left your lips while you started pacing through the room. After five minutes of contemplating if you weren’t in a dream, which involved some weird activities to find out if you were dreaming, you decided to try getting out of the room.

With silent steps, you opened the door which led to a little hallway. There was a bookcase standing there and a basket full of clothes. All you could do was go on a little adventure through the building. There was a kitchen and living room area that was completely empty but visibly used the night before. Your eyes found a sweater and your body clearly needed it to stay warm right now.

*I can’t just wear some random sweater or look into that fridge over there if I’m not dreaming.* your thoughts went on. Your body and trust in this being a dream overpowered you after a while and you put on the cozy oversized sweater. Only when you looked out of the window of the living room did you realize where you are. The Avengers compound. So it needed to be a dream, right? You read somewhere that your dreams can be very detailed when you’ve recently consumed movies and books about something and this fit the criteria well. The way to the fridge was a little bit more fearless than the sneaky behavior before. Fruits, soda, cheese, leftover pasta, leftover pancakes, pudding. You took the pudding, still assuming that this would definitely add nothing to your life. It’s just a dream.

“Can you authorize yourself, Miss?” the voice was F.R.I.D.A.Y. “Y/N Y/L/N. I just woke up in a room here. I-” the nervousness made you stop, what if this WASN’T a dream? What would be the chances of you falling asleep and waking up in a fictional universe? Stressed out by your thoughts you went to lean on the countertop behind you. “I also don’t know why I’m here. I just know that you’re called Friday. And that all of this is completely fictional where I went to sleep. Please tell me this is a weirdly detailed dream.” the last part was more for yourself. Your hand went over your face as it set in that this seemed to be real. “Boss, we have another case of parallel universes overlapping after the blip. There is no trace of her in any system and I can’t track a way she came in. This is the 7th case this month. The second time to happen near an Avengers facility since we started tracking it. She seems to be the first one to know where she is. Shall I send someone to check on her?” the computer voice went on. Everything went silent for a while and you were nervous about any noise as you ate your pudding. Well, you didn’t know whose pudding it was.

“You’re eating Sam’s pudding.” a deep voice came from the door and you flinched. Why did you expect to hear anybody coming? This was a house full of assassins. “Glad to know that it wasn’t yours or Natasha’s.” you tried to smile but you were nervous. That man might be cute in your universe but you didn’t know which year of what kind of timeline you landed in. “Is that my sweater?” he pointed down on you with a small smile as he came closer. “I guess so. Was laying on the couch over there.” you pointed there with your spoon. “Which universe are you from?” he asked interested. “The multiverse is only a theory where I’m from. You and everything here is fictional in my world. Most cities in this world exist in mine but Wakanda or Sokovia aren’t a thing in my world. They were inspired by other things, I guess. God, this is so confusing. You’re not...you.” your brain needed a second. “What do you mean?” he frowned. “Well, you’re played by an actor in my world. He also exists in this world probably if this is made after the fiction in my world since they created this little plot hole in the last movie. Gosh, this is...why is this happening?” your heart rate didn’t calm down. “So you know everything about all of us?” he asked dipping his head to the side. He was clearly intrigued by what you had to say. “You’re James Buchanan Barnes, people call you Bucky. You were born in 1917, lived in Brooklyn, had two sisters, were drafted, part of the Howling Commandos, went MIA, brainwashed by Hydra, are the assassin of the century as that brainwashed Winter Soldier, got found by Steve, someone pushed the fault for a bombing on you, lived in Wakanda after that, don’t know what happened after the blip. Everything after that isn’t confirmed in my world.” you held your head and his jaw was on the floor. “Tell me about Wakanda, so I can be sure that you’re not sent here for spying.” he crossed his arms. “It’s a beautiful and advanced little country that had a meteorite full of vibranium impact it. There are four tribes, three of them living together and another in the mountains with their own king. T’Challa is the Black Panther, but Shuri is the mastermind behind his constant improvement if I’m being quite honest. God, she is really nice and smart. I wish I was like her.” you started rambling and he had a soft smile on his face as soon as Shuri started being a topic. “She is a gift,” he said after a short moment of silence. “Duh! She kinda changed your life.” you smiled up at him. ____

“So how do I get back to my universe?” you asked after you had been talking for a while and were back in the room you woke up in. You didn’t even know if you had to stay here forever and that thought scared you. “You could stay and let Tony find out how to portal back and forth.” he smiled. You must’ve done everything right with him since you never saw him smile this much in the movies. “There would be a chance of staying here. I don’t know if I wanna do that to the people in my life.” you played with your fingers. The fear of ruining the mood with this answer was intense. “Well, other than that the only thing that helped the others is sleeping in the place the awoke in this universe.” he shrugged his shoulders. He still smiled but it was a smaller smile. Like the one he had at the start of your conversation. “Can I keep the sweater?” you grinned to lift the mood. His nod had you breathe out relaxed “You’re my favorite Avenger. You know?” “Why that?” he was visibly surprised by those words. “You have a good heart. And let’s not lie here, I really like your arm. It’s kinda cool.” You visibly blushed after those words left your mouth. “Uuh, thanks.” he also clearly didn’t know how to react. “Natasha is pretty awesome too. I guess I just like the mysterious ones.” you tried to put the attention away from him. A knock on the door and Steve was standing there a second later to check the situation. If this didn’t feel unreal before, it felt unreal now.

The rest of the day went by like a bullet train through the train station on a hot summer day. Fast, comfortable and hitting you right in the face at some point. You had been with the two soldiers for most of the day but Tony had some questions and gave you a tracking device to find out more. Sam was targeted by Bucky and you and definitely not happy about being lowkey bullied by a girl from a different universe. “You know what that means. She disses me, means she likes you.” and he left a room full of blushing people. F you for that, Sam! ____

A ton of the hours with them were spent explaining the problems in your universe and they explained what was going on with their world. It was weird but also made you feel special. Knowing their problems were underwater earthquakes, some Asian governments, and the usual US bs. Kinda made you feel like every universe had some type of problem like that. You mainly told them about all the climate problems and how right-wing everything currently got all over the globe. Very much to the dislike of Steve, for obvious reasons. “If I ever come back I want to be in one of those jets once.” you crossed your arms with a serious face at the end of your deep conversation about politics. “That can be arranged.” Steve smiled his typical smile back at you before taking a sip from his mug. “I’ll count on it.” you grabbed your mug that had hot chocolate in it, cause Steve secretly was a total mother hen. ____

And then the time had come to go to sleep. You had found out that this would’ve been Peter’s room if he had joined the Avengers like this. The thought of sleeping in Spider-Man’s room didn’t help your heart rate to calm down. “Before you go to sleep.” Bucky’s right hand went into his pant pocket and pulled out two Kimoyo beads on a bracelet. “They gave this to me in Wakanda and I feel like you deserve it more than me. Don’t do anything stupid with it.” he took your hands and put it into them. “I can’t this is a technology we don’t have, Bucky,” you said with wide eyes up at him. “Then don’t do anything stupid with it.” he gave you a soft smile. “Why? Cause I’m taking all the stupid with me?” you smirked. “That’s right.” he chuckled, “Goodnight, cosmic girl.” He left the room after a short hug and the last thing you remember before falling asleep is putting on the bracelet and playing with it till you got tired. ____

Waking up in your world the day later in his sweater and with the bracelet made you feel more at peace in your own home than you expected. You held the beads in your hand before seeing one light up. You pressed down on it and a hologram came up, making you jump a little. “Y/N?” Shuri’s voice came through and the picture came next. “Yeah?” you were confused, why was this happening? “YES, these can communicate between universes.” she jumped and clapped in the projection. “Bucky told me that he gave you his beads before you left and I CAN’T BELIEVE IT WORKED...wait, is that his sweater?” she had a suggestive smile and you could only blush as an answer. “Let’s find a way to bring you back and forth so he can get it together and ask you for a date,” she said typing things beside her and you just went into full red mode. “So, one of the beads is obviously a communication bead. The other one is technically a portable lexicon, you need to squeeze it between thumb and middle finger with the thumb on the icon on it.” she went on to explain a lot of things before going through a ton of possibilities to create a passage between the two universes.

This was gonna be a long journey...

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tj-is-tired-blog · 6 years ago

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"Dammit" (RDR2 X Reader Fluff Headcanon/Blurb/Thing?)

Hey there um I accidentally posted an unfinished ask instead of saving it as a draft because I'm a fool and I can't find it anymore but I remember almost exactly what it was so yeehaw

@crimsonredemption asked: "Hey hey hey hey can you do 'fell asleep on my shoulder' and 'carrying you to bed' with arthur or javier from rdr2 with a gender neutral reader?" (Or something along those lines)

Answer: Hell yeah bröther let's do both

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Arthur:

What started off as a simple fishing trip turned into so much more. You started at around three in the afternoon. About one or two hours after you set up a fishing spot, you found what seemed to be a stray dog. The dog looked malnourished and weak, but he still had a light in his eyes looking like he was filled with hope. He kind of reminded you of Arthur.

"Hey Arthur I found a dog!" You shouted with glee. You were petting the dog with your eyes lit up with joy. Arthur chuckled at how child-like you can be.

"We have a dog at camp (Y/N). We don't need anymore smelly animals than we already have." Arthur put his pole down and walked over to you. You were treating the dog like he was your son. The cowboy, now sitting next to you, was having fun watching you try to care for the dog.

"C'mon look at him! He looks like you but as a dog! Dog Arthur... Darthur!" The dog barked at you when you said the dumb name.

"Awe is that your name? Darthur, you're such a good bo a h." You said trying to imitate Arthur's soft spot for dogs. He was just laughing at how stupid the whole situation is.

"(Y/N) let's getchu' home." You looked at him with a pouty face and tried to fake cry.

"But the d o g." He shook his head and smiled.

"You're tired, c'mon. Get yer stuff." You frowned complied, stomping over to where you left your pole and bag o' fish. The dog followed you and you smiled widely

"I've been chosen!" You shrieked to the world. You looked over at Arthur only to see him loading his stuff on his horse, trying to hold in a laugh. He shook his head and broke. The cowboy, who rarely shows emotion of joy, was laughing a hard laugh. You smiled at this. Someone made tough man Arthur™ laugh and it was because of a dumb lil' doggy.

"Lessgo'." He said between laughs. You picked up the dog, disregarding Arthur saying they don't need anymore pets, and mounted your horse.

"Put the dog back-"

"But Arthurrrrrrrrrrrrrrr..." Arthur just smiled and rolled his eyes. The whole trip back you two were just cracking jokes and making sarcastic remarks. You checked on the dog every now and then, as it was slightly uncomfortable to ride on a small saddle with a larte-ish dog. When you did get to the camp it was about six o'clock at night and everyone was eating their dinner. You hitched your horses and you went to get a bowl of stew for the dog, and for your dinner.

"Now what in the hell is that." Micah, not really asking but demanding™, said, pointing to the dog.

"That is my new dog, and if you get anywhere near him I'll cut your eye out." You smiled sweetly, and continued to try and cool down the stew on the way to Arthur's tent. While waiting at his tent you were 'reading' a book you stole from Dutch. You were really doodling on all of the pages until it was unreadable. Then a certain yeehaw-man that you've spent your whole day with walked over.

"Why are you in my tent?" He looked genuinely confused.

"I can't leave evidence." You simply stated. Arthur huffed and looked at the page you were doodling on.

"Wait... Isn't that Dutch's favorite book?"

"Who knows at this point, you can't read it. Even the title isn't visible." You said snickering. Not once did you look up through the whole conversation. You just continued 'reading'. Big baby boy Arthur sat on the cot and you just kind of cuddled next to him. It felt natural.

"Where's your dog, (Y/N)?" You shot up and looked to where Micah was. Your sweet doggo wasn't there, so that's good. After a fierce whistle there was a bark, and both Cain and the stray walked over. You started making baby noises and pet the dogs. After your cute little dog fit, you closed the book with the pencil in it, and hid them in the wagon next to Arthur's tent.

"Why do you put it by me?" He whisper yelled.

"I can't be the one who gets caught. I'm the favorite." You added sarcasm to the last bit and flopped next to Arthur.

"You might be the strangest person I've ever met." He mumbled.

"Yeah, I know." You yawned out.

The next hour was just you two telling stories about your childhood. It was mildly emotional because you two just wished you could go back. Everything was less chaotic back then. You laid your head on Arthur's shoulder while telling about the past and slowly dozed off. Arthur was rambling and venting so he didn't notice you were asleep for a good while. When he eventually did figure it out, he just kind of stared in awe. He's never seen you so peaceful. You only had three emotions. Angry, sarcastic, and dog. Nothing more, nothing less.

He sighed and tried to pick you up. He struggled a little because not only was he tired and sore, he was trying to be gentle. It doesn't happen often because Arthur, being the big beautiful idiotic brute he is, thinks he's only good for destruction. But as we all know, that's a fat lie. Arthur carefully carried you back to your tent and got a few smart remarks from some of the gang members that were still up. He shot them glares and they shut up quickly.

When Arthur got to your tent he was trying to figure up how to set you down. He eventually figured it out after like six minutes. Arthur looked at you and you shivered a little bit. He looked around for extra blankets.

"Dammit..." Arthur laid down and cuddled you. You smiled in your sleep. He was like a big teddy bear.

You woke up with a start in the morning and you had no idea where you were.

"What the..." You looked around mildly panicking and found a note. You recognized the neat handwriting.

"I brought you here don't worry. You didn't get... Y'know." You looked over at Arthur chopping logs. He grinned quickly before getting back to his work.

Javier:

"Hey, Earth to (Y/N)!" You jumped and looked to your left. It was none other than Javier Escuella. He stifled a laugh due to your sudden reaction. You have a tendancy to daydream on guard duty, and now that it was getting later in the evening, you were dozing off every now and then.

"Huh? What? Who?" You yelled out aiming your rifle wherever you could. Javier sure did get a kick out of that. You just grumbled and sat down near a tree.

"Come on amigo, switch off with someone and get dinner. You haven't eaten all day." Javier stated, carving a piece of wood.

"Go trade with uh... Bill or Sean! Those two don't need sleep." You chuckled.

"Nah, I'm okay. Thanks for being concerned, I guess." You looked up at Javier, who yawned and slightly cut his finger with the knife.

"Gah! Mierda!" You shot up from whatever daze you were in, and immediately rushed over to Javier. He was probably being over-dramatic, as it was only a papercut, but you were still concerned.

"Hey wow, are you okay?" You gently held his hand and poured some water from your flask onto it.

"No, it really hurts..." He wasn't lying, but he wasn't telling the truth. It stung a little, but that was the only pain he felt from the small cut.

"Do you need a bandage I-" Javier cut you off.

"You can make it feel better with a kiss~" Javier purred out. You just groaned and threw his hand to the side. Always with the flirting. To be fair you should've expected it. He's almost never irresponsible when carving, or just handling a knife in general. Keyword: Almost.

"You're so stupid." You rolled your eyes jokingly and grabbed your stuff, walking back to your tent.

"Ah mi amor! Come back I miss you!" He laughed. You just scoffed and set your stuff back in your tent. Then you walked over to the campfire. Sitting at the campfire made you doze off again. However, you jolted awake at any sudden noise, trying to make it look like you weren't sleeping. Everyone noticed.

"How come you never go to bed (Y/N)? You always end up sleeping somewhere else." Charles asked carefully.

"Uh... I dunno. Paranoia maybe?" You shrugged and looked toward Charles' direction.

"It's because they always want to cuddle with the Mexican!" Bill mocked. You stood up and stomped over to him. He shrunk back in his seat and you grabbed his collar.

"Say something like that again, and I'll shoot you." You let go and walked to your horse. Little did you know, Javier was watching in the distance. He grimaced at Bill and went to go tell him off. You, however, went to go by the river and camp out for the night. Javier know this, as it was the spot you go to when you get mad.

"Stupid Bill, dumb camp, idiot people..." you mumbled on and on, leading your horse around the river. You grumbled and sat down on a rock.

"(Y/N)..." You whipped your head around and saw Javier. He had a soft, concerned smile on his face.

"Hey." You grumbled, hugging your knees. Javier dismounted his horse and walked over.

"I know you don't want to talk about it..." Javier said softly.

"It's fine. What's up with your eye." Javier beamed and put an arm around your shoulder.

"I knocked out the fucker." You just giggled and laid your head on his shoulder.

"Of course you did." You trailed off, cuddling into Javier's arm. You two sat in a peaceful silence until there was soft snoring from you. Javier looked down and smiled, admiring your features.

"Mi amor..." he mumbled. Javier cuddled you and eventually dozed off himself. You both had a rough night.

In the morning you woke up next to Javier in his tent. He was passed out cold, and snored loudly. You smiled and gave him a kiss on his forehead. Ever so slightly, you could see a grin on his face.

"Damn he's cute..."

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UghHHHHH THIS TOOK FOREVER I'M SO SORRY! It's also a little longer and repetitive than I wanted it to be, but it was kinda fun writing it

#arthur morgan #javier escuella #arthur x reader #arthur x male reader #arthur x gn reader #javier x reader #javier x male reader #javier x gn reader #x reader #rdr2 #rdr #this was kinda fun to write ngl #but these are cheesy lmao #cheese is good #maybe idk #fluff headcanons #blurb

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thatawkwardgirlbella · 8 years ago

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The Adventures of Cassandra Harris and the Author Who Banged Her Head 500 Times on the Table to Create Her

Hey guys! So, since many of you have seen me ramble on and on in this blog, you’d probably guess that I love to write. Like, I eat, sleep, breathe writing. So, in an effort to focus all that passion for writing that I just throw around everywhere, I’ve decided to write a book!

Here’s what I’ve learned:

First of all, if you think it was a walk in a park for the likes of J. K. Rowling, it’s not. And I had to learn the hard way.

I write at super speed, that’s the effect of typing down all my ideas whenever I can. However, when it goes to writing a book, it’s no short story. Somehow, you need to stretch those less than 20 short plot cues you wrote in the back of your notebook during class one day into 50 decent-length chapters, and believe me. It. Is. A. Huge. Pain.

The planning is the worst part. I, as a writer, am definitely the kind that just keeps going, and going, and going, and going. And most of the time, I’ve come up with pieces of writing longer than I anticipated, needing to cut down here and there. Having to write your goal of 110, 000 words is another story. I’ve found myself having to write 530 words a day to reach my goal date. You know how much I have right now?

5, 431

Plus, like I said about the planning, the book’s cut into sections. You’re worried that there’s a disconnect between Chapter 1 and 2. Chapter 5 and 6 don’t flow into each other enough. I’m really looking to hone my craft here, you guys, but this seriously takes it to the next level. Oh, and did I mention that for the first time, I’ve had to worry about my story arc? I’ve never had to plan a story arc in my entire life. I write, and the story flows, but when you’re trying to make 400 pages, plotting it is I M P O R T A N T. My expositions that once only lasted 3 paragraphs long, are now 5 chapters long. And while I love the opportunity to write a long and detailed story, it’s a seriously tiring and challenging task.

But at least I get to enjoy the writing part. You know what I’m dreading? Agents.

Look, I have no plans to make writing my day job. Being author, for me, is honestly a career path I’m not serious about. However, writing this book for me is a show of just how much talent I really have. I want the feedback of an audience much wider than the one I have assembled from my teachers, classmates, family, and friends. So, how do you reach a wide audience?

Publish it.

How do you get help to get your manuscript published?

Get you an agent.

But no, getting one isn’t as easy as getting a publisher to option your book. If you ask me, it’s equally hard. You have to impress these people in 3 pages or you’re out of the game. Not to mention that they usually get those who’ve won awards for their writing or have taken some form of a serious creative writing class in college or has some form of accomplishment in writing.

What’s an inexperienced 14 year old to do?

Still, I’m keeping my chin up. Splayed online are multiple stories about child prodigies that publish books by the time they’re eight or twelve. And while I’m no prodigy, I’m willing to give it a shot. All I know is that I’m passionate about writing and that I’m very ambitious. Whatever happens to Cassandra Harris, I’ll be proud of all the effort her author has put into making her every single day.

Peace, lovelies xx

P.S. Since you’ve made it this far, I’ve included the very few pages of the very first draft of my manuscript. It has, unfortunately, been replaced by a much better written newer draft with better plotting and a better story arc. I hope this intrigues the fancy of a few, teehee. One of these days, I might share bits of the final draft before I send it off to the agents.

PROLOGUE

“Don’t you dare come back, Cassandra Harris. You will never be my friend again. You’re nothing to me now.”

Cassie’s best friend’s words echoed in her head. She knew at that moment, she cannot turn back. With a lump in her throat, tears stinging her eyes, and a weight settling down on her chest, she gathered up the only coat she owned, thin and tattered, around her shoulders, and ran into the darkness of Clarke Street, away from the only place she could ever call home.

“I’ll come back for you, Amanda. I swear. No matter what,” Cassie whispered into the lonely night sky.

CHAPTER ONE

“CASSIE! GET UP! Madame Prescott’s going to be so mad when she finds out you woke up late again,” Amanda Gable, Cassie’s best friend, yelled in Cassie’s ear. Cassie sat up from bed and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes.

“Wha- OH MY GOD, WHAT TIME IS IT?!” Cassie shouted in alarm.

“No biggie, it’s five ‘til nine. Five more minutes of sleep and you’ll be dead meat with Madame Prescott,” Amanda said, “that’s what you get for sneaking around and exploring late last night. You should be glad they haven’t caught you yet.”

Cassie sighed, sitting on the edge of her bed and watching Amanda fish her drawers for clothes,

“I know, Ames, but you know I can’t help it.”

“Yeah, I kinda got that by now. C’mon, get dressed. You don’t want Madame to see you still in your nightgown,” Amanda said as she tossed Cassie her clothes.

“Thanks, Amy,” Cassie said while she started dressing up.

Amanda wrinkled her nose, “ugh, stop calling me that.”

Cassie giggled as she finished dressing up. She took Amanda’s hand, and together, they ran to the dining hall.

“Gross,” Amanda said as the serving lady handed her her tray of artfully plated food, yet another foreign food Madame demanded that they needed be exposed to as “cultured young ladies”.

“Ew,” Cassie agreed, “but shouldn’t you be used to it by now? We have been here since we were babies.” She rolled her eyes at Amanda.

“Yes, but that doesn’t change the fact that it’s icky. Besides, a burger and some chips couldn’t possibly hurt our ‘exposure to cultured cuisine as fine young ladies,’” Amanda replied, imitating Madame Prescott’s pretentious nasal accent.

“Icky? Amanda, I will not have you speaking so untastefully like an eight year old! Have I not taught you to always speak with class? You are an abomination to this orphanage!” Cassie cried, also mocking Madam Prescott’s accent when she chastised the girls, which was often, narrowly dodging Amanda’s hand heading straight at her.

The two girls laughed, and Cassie looked around.

This was the dining hall of her orphanage, the walls of which she has known all her life. As a baby, Cassie’s mother left her here, by the front door on Clarke Street, leaving no explanation. She’s spent the fifteen years- give or take a few months- of her life within these walls, with her fellow orphans becoming her sisters, watched over by the strict and cruel Madame Prescott. The only things her mother left with her was a locket with her name engraved inside and the blanket wrapped around her, now tucked safely away in Cassie’s drawer as one of her most treasured possessions.

“Cassie? Caassiiiie? You in there?” Amanda said while waving her hand in front of Cassie’s blank face, “you’re holding up the line.”

“Huh? Oh, sorry. I spaced out,” Cassie said, moving out of the way.

Amanda just rolled her eyes. This wasn’t the first time.

Madame Natalia Prescott’s Home for Orphaned Girls wasn’t like any other orphanage. First of all, it was established in a mansion, which had belonged to Madame Prescott’s family for generations. Madame Prescott inherited the orphanage from her father, a very kind and gentle man, who inherited it from his mother, who inherited it from her mother and so on. It was her mother who was poor, and, seeing Madame Prescott’s father’s vulnerability because of his kindness, she manipulated him into falling in love with her, despite her being such a foul and evil woman. Madame Prescott grew up to be just like her mother, and she has been tormenting her charges ever since.

But that’s not all that makes the orphanage special.

It was built as a finishing school, with its mission to give the young orphan girls a second chance in life, that they may not go out in the world so unpolished. So, unlike other orphanages, Cassie and Amanda, like all the girls who came before them, and all those after, have been taking lessons about being fine, polished young ladies from the moment they could sit still in a class.

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