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[moirasimagines]

closer | william (westworld) x reader

a kiss prompt from @transowenharper turned into a full-fledged one shot lmao. william’s shitty evening takes a turn for the better when the reader shows up.

word count: 1,900

warnings: none!

you’d been out of grad school for about two years. it was a strange, almost liminal space. gone were the sleepless nights penning your thesis and the grueling internships and the bullshit. you hardly knew how to live without all of it. the universe, however, was keeping its eye on you.

there was new bullshit to deal with now, thank you very much.

you had never really been lucky in love. it was frustrating. people were always supportive, telling you that eventually you’d meet the right person, or that everyone was foolish not to see how special you were. you did your best to believe them–– you did believe them, usually.

sometimes, though, it was difficult.

for instance, tonight your roommate had dragged you out to a bar, insisting you give it a go even though all you could think about was the profile you were working on for the end of the month.

it was about a man named logan delos, the heir to an incredibly successful business empire. once he realized you had no interest in sleeping with him, he began to blow you off almost without fail. you ended up spending more time with his brother-in-law, william. he, at least, had no ulterior motives, being engaged to logan’s sister. and he actually seemed interested in helping you get something published.

even so, you felt like the biographer of a biographer. the more william told you about logan, the more you knew about william. you’d begun to toy around with the idea of taking an entirely new angle to your editor: delos incorporated’s inside outsider. you were sure they’d laugh you out of the office if not the building itself.

it made you crazy, how little recognition someone like william got in the business world. he was genuine and smart and kind. he was a rare breed, and you seemed to be the only one who could recognize it. the logan deloses of the world would never capture your readers’ hearts the way william could. the way he’d captured yours.

but he was engaged, and so you didn’t give it a further thought.

well… sometimes you did. he didn’t seem all that happy. he hardly spoke about his finacé, and when he did, it was with a conservative and withdrawn respect. it was admirable, but hardly the stuff true love was made of.

so even when you were consumed with work, a part of your heart was consumed with william. how could you resist falling for the first person in ages who really took you seriously? who seemed to think you had what it took to make it? sometimes you thought you’d never get the damn article written.

even with all that stress, there you were at the bar, perched in a corner, your roommate scanning the crowd. he knew your type all too well, and since you clearly weren’t going to do the work yourself, he spotted someone for you.

“hey,” he murmured, nudging you to get your attention. “check that guy out over there. looks like he was made for you.” you looked up half-heartedly from your drink and your eyes widened.

“jesus christ, i know him.” your roommate raised an eyebrow.

“how?”

“from work. he’s the brother-in-law of the guy i’m supposed to be writing about.”

“jeez. that explains why he looks so miserable.”

“i’m gonna go talk to him.”

“hitting on a subject? that’s bold, even for you.”

“what? no, i just want to see if he’s all right, you perv. and he’s not the subject. even if he should be.” you gave your roommate a pointed look and he chuckled at you as you walked off. you rolled your eyes at him over your shoulder, and he swiftly began looking for a place to crash overnight–– just in case you needed a little privacy later.

william was tired. he was a little sad, sure. scared, even. but above all, he was so goddamn tired. with his gaze pointed towards the ground, the tips of your shoes were what first alerted him to your presence. he looked up, already prepared to get out of someone’s way or to politely excuse himself from the bar because he was bumming out the patrons. he was surprised to look up with apologetic eyes to find you standing at his barstool.

“oh, y/n. hi,” he said straightening up and smiling. “how are you?”

“i’m all right,” you replied. “i, uh... just wanted to come check on you. i saw you over here and it... looked like you weren’t having such a good night.” you bit your lip, hoping the observation wouldn’t offend.

he nodded, half shrugging. “you got me. ah, actually... it’s not great news for either of us. james delos fired me this afternoon.” your jaw dropped.

“are you serious? your own father-in-law?” william let out a humorless chuckle.

“no, no... not for a while now, actually.” you nodded slowly, eyes wide. “they wanted to keep it quiet. less gossip. but, ah...” he simply shook his head, at a loss for words, it seemed. you had to admit, you were a little bit horrified. sliding into the stool beside him, you laid a hand on william’s shoulder.

“i’m so sorry, william. that’s... that’s really terrible.” he gave a little wave, dismissing the thought.

“eh... nothing to be done.”

“i... i mean, you could fight it! go back, tell them they can’t just fire you because your relationship didn’t work out. they can’t fire you over nepotism–– i’ve seen your work, it’s brilliant. you’re one of the most diligent people i’ve ever met!”

his smile grew wistful as he watched you speak. the fact that you became so impassioned–– especially over him, of all people–– warmed his heart.

“it wasn’t anything like that. i think more than anything, they weren’t too happy that i was speaking with you... about the profile on logan.” your eyebrows rose.

“...oh.” oh. “holy shit,” you murmured, “please tell me i didn’t get you fired.” william’s brow furrowed.

“no, no no, god. if anything, i... i think i might have gotten you fired, actually.”

you hated to admit it, but hearing that was the biggest relief you’d had in months. “i’m sorry, y/n,” he went on, “i had no idea that they would––” you shook your head.

“no, don’t apologize. that piece was sucking the life out of me. how could i write an entire, honest article praising logan’s business practices? he’s like a schmoozing, flirting, glorified test-dummy.” this made william laugh.

“well then, maybe we’re both lucky we got out when we did.”

“i’ll drink to that.” you motioned for the bartender. “two glasses of champagne, please.” william arched an eyebrow.

“what are we celebrating?”

“freedom.”

----

when you checked your phone an hour later, your roommate had graciously elected to couch surf with a friend for the night. you frowned at the screen, half annoyed that he presumed you’d be so forward with your now-former colleague and half annoyed that he was right.

“everything okay?” william asked as he tugged on his coat.

“yeah,” you said, slipping the phone into your pocket before he could see. “yeah, just... my roommate. he met someone and went home with them and wanted to let me know.” it wasn’t the furthest thing from the truth. it was half how you had expected the night to go anyway.

“well, then let me walk you home.”

“oh, no, i wouldn’t want to put you out,” you replied, feeling guiltily like you’d laid a trap and he was falling right into it.

“don’t be ridiculous. It would be my pleasure. least i can do after you bought me a drink, eh?” you couldn’t help but smile.

“well then... how can i refuse?” he grinned in return.

“that’s the spirit.”

the night was chilly, but not overwhelmingly so. your apartment wasn’t terribly far, but the walk was long enough that it gave you time to talk.

“i really am sorry that you were fired,” you said softly. “especially for any hand i might have had in making it happen.” william stopped and looked at you, shaking his head.

“you don’t need to keep apologizing. in fact, you’ve done me a favor.” you smiled a little crookedly.

“how’s that?” you asked, head tilting to the side. you squinted, trying to get a read on him. william gestured for you to forge ahead, and he followed.

“my whole life… i just wanted to make something of myself. i wanted to be normal, i wanted to be successful, i wanted to be worth something. and i spent so much time chasing this… this american dream horseshit. and it wasn’t until now that i realized it wasn’t doing a single thing to make me happy. getting fired... i thought it would be awful–– as soul-crushing as i imagined it to be.” you slowed your pace as you approached your apartment, and william followed suit. “but it was a relief.”

his eyes were practically sparkling, and they fixed on yours hypnotically. you couldn’t tell if you leaned in first, or if he did, but within moments your lips molded to his and his hands were in your hair. he kissed you sweetly, but with fervor, like you were water to a dying man. when the kiss broke so you could both breathe, he didn’t let go of you, and you didn’t want to move. your foreheads touched gently, and you let your fingers curl in the fabric of his coat.

“i’m sorry,” you murmured, despite yourself. it still felt like you were taking advantage of him, even though the feelings you had developed for him were clearly mutual. he shook his head, nose brushing delicately against yours with the gesture.

“you are… the first person…” he said earnestly and in between breaths, “to see me in my life. in the past few weeks, i’ve felt more of a connection to you than i have ever felt... with anyone. and you are the one who taught me that i needed to be brave enough–– to take a chance, and tell you.”

you were stunned for a moment, completely unsure of how to deal with such a beautiful outpouring of emotions. his grip began to loosen in your hair, hands drifting down to your shoulders. you could feel him start to hesitate, to begin to apologize, and you pulled him closer, one hand tightening around his waist and the other cupping his cheek. this kiss was deeper, more desperate, and at once you knew where william would be sleeping tonight. your lips parted again, and this time it was your turn to speak, the words turning to vapor against his lips in the cold night air.

“i see you,” you murmured, looking at him through your eyelashes. “i see you. and i want to keep seeing you for the foreseeable future. fuck everyone else–– everyone else who doesn’t see how special you are.”

“and how special you are.”

“yeah,” you replied, bolstered ever higher by his kindness. “do you… do you wanna come upstairs?”

“you have no idea how long i’ve been waiting to hear you say that.” his voice was mischievous, and he stole one more kiss before letting go of you long enough for you to unlock the door. he didn’t let you stray much further than that for the rest of the night.

[juette]

commission for @transowenharper!!

[moirasimagines]

Herald of the Morn || William (Westworld) x Reader

Summary: You and William would much rather stay in bed than get up for work. 

Request: (from @transowenharper ) how about some fluffy william? 🤔🤔 maybe just some domestic early-morning "i don't want to go to work" (alternatively, late night "i just got home and work was rough today") cuteness with his s/o? he needs some love tbh

Word Count: 1,023 Warnings: PG-13 levels of like? physical contact, the mildest of language, I may have gone overboard with sappy feelings but ur in my house u play by my rules

A/N: The title comes from that one scene in Romeo and Juliet with the nightingale and the lark, where Juliet tries to convince Romeo not to leave her room. So let that influence the mood if you so choose. xo

The sound of William’s alarm roused you from your sleep, and you felt him roll away from you to hit the snooze button. You took a deep breath, trying to wake yourself up. He had to leave for work a bit earlier than you did in the morning, but it helped you to start waking up with his alarm, dozing until it was your turn to get ready for the day ahead. Most of the time he got up right away, so you were happy when he rolled back to face you, brushing the hair out of your face.

“Good morning,” he said softly, trademark smile gracing his lips. You couldn’t describe it; William smiled like no one else in the world. His eyes were still sleepy, and it made your heart flutter a little bit. No one but you seemed to be able to appreciate the man’s sweetness, how gentle he was. You shifted to be closer to him, one arm slinking around his hips.

“Good morning,” you finally mumbled in reply, fingers brushing against the bare skin of his side. You were still waking up and you could tell he knew. Tilting your head up for a kiss, you mustered up a small smile, squinting at him in the light from your windows. He obliged you with a chaste peck, which made you smile before tucking your head against his shoulder. You folded your free arm beneath you, the one wrapped around his waist trailing delicately up to his chest. He sighed, nuzzling against your hair.

“I don’t wanna go in today. I just want to stay in bed,” he murmured.

“Mm… That sounds perfect.”

“We should call in sick,” he offered, “both of us.” You knew he probably didn’t mean it, but you hummed in agreement anyway.

“Or we could just quit our jobs. Do that John Lennon-Yoko Ono thing where they just…” you paused to yawn, “stopped getting up.”

“I think that was a political protest.”

“Was it?” It was, which you both knew. You shifted your position to kiss him again, moving up so that your eyes were level with his. He smiled at you again, and you carded your free hand through his hair, the other one propping you up so you could look at him. You leaned in to capture his lips in another kiss, a real one this time, and he brought a hand to rest against your jaw, urging you towards him. His hair felt soft between your fingers, and you couldn’t help but to crave him closer, more. Your hand moved to the nape of his neck, brushing into the downy hair that grew there, and he let out a sound of contentment against your lips, causing you to smile. When you finally broke the kiss, you spoke softly, eyes shut, lips brushing his as you said the words you could not possibly tell him enough.

“I love you. I love you so much.” When you opened your eyes again, he was still smiling, but now his eyes shone with emotion.

“You have no idea,” he said, looking up at you reverently, “how good it feels to wake up next to you every morning. To hear you say that, it’s…” He took a breath to steady himself, fingertips brushing across your lips, your cheek, your brow, and finally into your hair again. “It’s more than I ever could have dreamed of. I love you too. More than anything.” The words made you well up, and you rested your forehead against his, eyes shut, willing away the tears that threatened to spill over. Truthfully, you had never expected to be with anyone who cared this much about you either. But there had been something of a magnetic pull between the two of you. You were two people who needed each other.

You placed a gentle kiss against his forehead, peppering them down his nose, across his cheekbone, and along his jaw until you reached the crook of his neck, burying your nose there.

“Now I really don’t want you to go in,” you said, words muffled against his skin. He chuckled.

“Don’t tempt me.” He wrapped his arms around you and gave an affectionate squeeze, just holding you there for a moment. You snaked your arms around him as best you could with the mattress in the way. The alarm went off again, your brief respite before the day over.

“Come on,” he coaxed, “let’s get up.” You sighed and rolled off of him reluctantly. William pushed off the covers and stood, but not before pressing one last kiss swiftly to your forehead. You lay there as he shuffled off to the bathroom, acutely aware that you could fall back asleep for another twenty minutes or so before getting up. When he came back into the bedroom, however, you were no longer in bed. William padded into the kitchen to find you still in your pajamas, making coffee.

“You didn’t have to do that, honey,” he said, surprised and quietly pleased. You smiled.

“No, I wanted to. Besides, we both need it. And I’ve tried that place you go to. My coffee is better.” He grinned and hugged you from behind, kissing your temple.

“More than I could have dreamed of,” he said again, fondness flooding his voice.

“Stop sweet talking me, or I’m going to drag you right back into bed,” you said with a grin, turning in his arms so he’d let go. “Now go get dressed or you’re going to be late.” As he turned from you, you reached out to smack his ass. It surprised him, certainly, and he turned around with a half-incredulous, half-delighted look on his face.

“I’m gonna have to get you for that tonight.”

“You know where I’ll be,” you replied, waving him off towards your bedroom. The morning routine continued, and you only crossed paths again when he was headed out the door. He kissed you one last time on his way out, and when the door shut behind him you couldn’t help but look forward to falling asleep beside the love of your life.

[moirasimagines]

uHHH hi i heard ur doin ships ?? bc .. its ur fav here 2 ruin ur day ...... can i get a male ship for westworld and/or stranger things?? 5'5", transboy, big gay, curly hair, unhealthy obsession with writing fluffy fics..i actually collect vinyls bc im that guy?? im kinda quiet at first (@ social anxiety) but i love making jokes and im super talkative once im comfortable around people !! im pretty academically focused (gotta keep that 4.5 gpa) but love relaxing and watching movies too. tyyy !! 💕

HEY SQUAD u could never ruin my day stop it

WESTWORLD:

you get william! like you are definitely the kind of sweet guy he needs okay?? like he would absolutely respect that you’re quiet when you two first meet and he’s definitely more than willing to give you the space to get more comfortable with him. he is absolutely also a vinyl freak hands down so he’s always excited about your records and you guys will trade back and forth and show each other the ones that are cool colors and pressings and stuff

he can also be busy what with the delos bullshit but thankfully you’re also a hard worker so sometimes you both just sit in a room together and do your work/schoolwork/whatever you’re working on. you also ground him through all that and maybe even help him get out of it. (especially if you meet before he gets really steeped in ww) 

when you both have a long week you’ll block out your weekend and watch movies and lay around and snuggle bc william is a fucking housecat i refuse to believe otherwise

STRANGER THINGS:

for this one, i’m honestly feeling an opposites attract thing for you and billy. like he notices you and like you’re probably with some friends being funny and like laughing and having a good time and he’s like ‘oh no he’s hot’

so he starts trying to chat you up and you’re kind of shy which he thinks is hot because he thinks everything is hot rifp. so he kind of toes the line with bothering you and like watching you get a little flustered and giving you space so he doesn’t legitimately make you uncomfortable.

and you might also wind up having to tutor him and like people probably don’t want to because of his rep? but you’ve had the chance to get to know him a tiny bit so you go for it. and you like force him to pay attention even though he’s flirting the whole ass time. but like eventually he relents and listens to you and he’s actually pretty good at what you’re trying to teach him be it math, history, a foreign language, whatever. like he just brightens up because he like is kind of getting it?? because you don’t talk down to him and you don’t rush him hbrkjrebgitb

lastly he’s all about listening to your music and maybe distracting you from listening to your music. but you guys are always trading vinyls and hanging out and like you’re able to provide a respite for him from home? like he comes to you and its all love and sweetness ok im cryin

[moirasimagines]

how about some fluffy william? 🤔🤔 maybe just some domestic early-morning "i don't want to go to work" (alternatively, late night "i just got home and work was rough today") cuteness with his s/o? he needs some love tbh

hey darlin! i absolutely love the sound of that, i’m gonna get working on it tonight! 

william really does deserve some loving tbh like i feel like people showing him they care about him would have been so instrumental in like? changing the course of his life. (of course, for the sake of westworld’s plot, im glad no one did lmao)

that said, this is imagines world so im hype to give my boy some love!

[weirdloverwilde]

[#how do you know he's not a child genius #so rude (tags via @transowenharper)]

i'm sorry 😔😔 as we all know he finished med school at age 7 and then specialized in everything by nine

"doctor" owen harper i don't think he even finished his medical degree

[moirasimagines]

if you're doing tags feel free to tag me in like .. all your stuff bc honestly i love everything you've put out so far,, 💕💕

ahhh this is so sweet!!!!! u guys are angels i can’t tell you how much this means to me ok

consider urself tagged angel!

[moirasimagines]

Fic Reading Asks!

tagged by @casaharrington <3 <3

1.       What fandom(s) are you reading these days?

Stranger Things mostly, some Kingsman and maurauders as well! Mostly what comes up on my dash. And Westworld!!!

2.       What fandom(s) have you given up?

Oh god, generally? A shitton, like too many to list. I used to be big into Doctor Who and that’s pretty much dropped off because I just stopped connecting with it. I used to read

3.       How much time do you spend reading fic per day? Per week?

I dunno, it depends? Could be like 30 minutes to an hours? I’d guess like three to five a week? I don’t know numbers lmao

4.       When do you usually read fic?

Usually at night because that’s when I have time, but sometimes in between classes.

5.       Where do you usually read fic?

In my bed or like in a chair in our living room.

6.       Where is the strangest place you’ve ever read fic?

I guess the train? Because you’re like someone’s gonna see this fucking smut reflected in the window.

7.       What kind of fic is your favorite?

Ohhhh I’m so all over the place. I love shit that gets emotional and stuff? Whether it be fluffy or smutty or angsty like I just live for HIGH EMOTIONAL STAKES lol

8.       Describe your perfect story. What fic would you love to read that you don’t think exists yet?

Idk? I tend to write the kinds of fics I feel like I’m wanting to read, if that makes sense?

9.       What kind of fic do you avoid?

Anything w/ non or dub con and other abusive implications. A/B/O for basically the reasons listed and also because it gets transphobic sometimes. I also tend to shy away from the more extreme dom/sub dynamics? It’s just not my gig.

10.   What makes you nope out of a fic?

The stuff up there but also if I can’t connect w/ the characters’ voices? Like if it feels too ooc for me I’ll usually dip.

11.   Where do you get your fic? (FFN, AO3, tumblr, somewhere else?)

Tumblr usually, but I have outsourced to ao3 and wattpad when I can’t find anything I’m in the mood to read!

12.   What makes you recommend a fic to everyone you know?

Just generally if I really enjoy it? I save them in my drafts because I still need to like make a sideblog for recs. But generally if I finish it and I’m like still thinking about it, that’s what does it?

13.   How late is the latest you’ve ever stayed up reading fic?

I guess like 2 or 3 am? But sometimes I read fic when I can’t sleep so idk if that counts. 

14.   Have you ever skipped doing something you were supposed to do because you were reading fic?

I use it to procrastinate homework a lot. Especially for writing.

15.   How long is the longest fic you’ve ever read (chapters/words)?

I’m reading a 10 part series right now? I think that’s gotta be the longest.

16.   How short is the shortest fic you’ve ever read (chapters/words)?

Those imagines that are like just a few lines about a possible scenario!

17.   What do you think about drabbles?

Drabbles are so fun!

18.   What do you think about sequels?

Oh I’m so so here for it.

19.   Post a selfie of how you usually look while reading fic.

No thanks!

20.   Post a reaction gif for the latest fic/chapter you’ve read.

it was chapter 10 of daddy issues by @dreamwritesimagines and it made me feel all fuzzy!

I’m tagging: @transowenharper @ardentmuse  @dreamwritesimagines  and anyone else who’d like to!! i don’t know a lot of you yet but i’d be happy to read your answers if you wanna say i tagged you!

[moirasimagines]

Get to Know Me

Tagged by: @casaharrington

Rules: Answer 20 questions and then tag 20 people you want to get to know better!

Nickname: not really any??

Height: 5′6″ ish?

Orientation: this should cover it (i’m bi)

Where I live: the us

Favourite season: fall or spring!

Favourite fruit: pineapple, strawberry, or peach

Favourite flower: sunflowers and forget me nots

Favourite animal: dogs and tigers

Favourite instrument: i love the sound of pianos so much

Coffee, Tea, or Hot Chocolate: tea, hot chocolate, aND coffee (in that order)

Average hours of sleep: 5-10?

Cat or Dog person: BOTH MOTHERFUCKER but im allergic to cats to i lean towards dogs?

Favourite fictional character: this list is gonna be too long, but baby and debora from baby driver; dolores abernathy, maeve millay and william from westworld; leia organa, poe dameron, finn, and rey from star wars; peggy carter, steve rogers, and bucky barnes from marvel; steve harrington and will & joyce byers from stranger things; shadow & laura moon from american gods and i need to stop now

# of Blankets I sleep with: one? or two depending how you define blanket lol

Blog created: jesus so recently?? some point in late july

Followers: 51 c:

Random fact: i used to be in the choir at school

Favourite scent: i love fresh linen-y smells and also like? spicy smells

Dream Trip: ireland!!! Tagged: @ardentmuse @transowenharper @bezukhovanatasha + anyone else who would like to!!!

[moirasimagines]

ur local fav here 2 request 57 for the kiss prompt with william 👀

kiss prompts: #57 - breaking the kiss to say something, staying so close that you’re murmuring into each other’s mouths

so this wound up becoming a whole-ass one shot lmao im so soft for williammmmmm

angela is me trying to write a normal amount and jimmy is my william muse lmao

click here!

[moirasimagines]

(punches thru ur askbox wall) hello im always a thot for william if u wanna maybe do some angst (or angst with a fluffy ending?) how bout a drabble about him falling in love with a host at the park and realizing they could never be together/that their memory gets reset every day, so they don't even remember who he is despite him knowing so much about them? 🤘😔🤘 im such a hoe for angst

hey love! honestly same we stan william in this house!!! we’ve already talked about this a lil in ims but im officially filing this into my requests tag, so time to publish! lol

im super into this bc i also love angst. and we love a good flangst (fluff+angst) also lowkey this prompt gives me such 50 first dates vibes and im uhhh here for it