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Ghosts (JavierxReader)- part 1 1/2

Little follow-up to this fic I wrote a while back

Thank you to @boiledhotdogwater​ for inspiring me to keep adding to this one

Also I’m calling it part 1 and a half because this is really really short and there’s still more to this little story! I hope you guys enjoy my writing.

He brought you to the old saloon out in Rhodes. You didn’t speak much, choosing instead to keep quiet and gather up your remaining dignity. The two of you rode into town wordlessly. He was kind to you, though. Understanding, gentle… he was the same, if not a little less rough around the edges. It’s funny what domestic life could do to a man like him. He was still the same dirty old John Marston with his scarred up, rough face and unkempt hair. All the same, but still different. You had imagined you’d find him differently. It didn’t feel right for him to have found you the way he did. It should have gone differently. Maybe you would have gotten around to visiting him at his new home with Jack and Abigail and had a nice, normal reunion with all three of them. Jack must’ve almost been all grown up by now… 

There was silence between the two of you, even as you sat at the bar. You two were almost the only ones there, save for an old man who’d had too much to drink and the watchful bartender. It was John who broke the silence, finally.

“You know, the way Mary-Beth talked about you, I didn’t think you were doing… that badly.” And there it was. John’s undoubtedly brilliant way with words… 

“I wasn’t.” You snapped rather quickly, rushing to your own defense. “You just caught me at a bad time… I hadn’t thought about any of this for… for years.” Quickly, you tilted your glass back and finished the rest of your drink, slamming the glass back onto the counter in your closed fist. “I’ve been doing pretty well for myself, Marston.” 

“Is that so?” He hummed thoughtfully. 

“You still haven’t told me why you’re here.” you said, waving down the bartender for another glass. A skillful attempt at changing the subject. John leaned against the counter with a shrug. He swirled the golden drink around in the glass thoughtfully. 

“I was in town.” 

“Where?” You scoffed. “You came to Rhodes alone on vacation? Right at the old campsite? Doesn’t seem like much of a coincidence.”

“Just lucky, I guess.” he muttered into the rim of the glass, taking a sip.

“If I didn’t know any better I’d think you’re looking for us.” the bartender gave you a nod as he slid your glass towards your hand. You caught it and quickly took another drink. “Forgive my hostility, but you’ve never seemed like the type.” John sighed, his eyes not leaving the table.

“Guess there’s some truth to that, isn’t there?” 

You stiffened visibly, clutching the glass, putting two and two together. He was hunting you down, wasn’t he? Not just you, but all of the Van der Linde gang. What other explanation could there be? The dodging of the questions, the secrecy-

“Am I about to be led away in chains for my crimes, then, John?” 

“What? No, ‘course not. I’m only lookin’ for Dutch and Bill and Javier.” 

You gave him a cold, startled stare. It was the first confirmation you’d had in years that he was alive, and yet it brought you no joy. Just a cold, sick feeling. 

“I don’t want any part in this.” You gathered yourself, standing up and walking to the front doors. “It was nice seeing you, John. Let’s not do this again.” You hurried away, leaving poor John behind. 

“(Y/N), listen!” John shouted after you, but to no avail. You stormed outside, the saloon doors swinging behind you. With a frustrated huff, John tipped his hat to the bartender, dropping his money next to the glasses and hurrying outside. He grabbed your arm as you made your way down the stairs, stopping you. “They’ve got Abigail and Jack. I gotta bring them Dutch and the others or they won’t let ‘em go.” You jerked your arm away from him, and John backed away respectfully, raising his hands in surrender. “Listen...I don’t care much for him anymore. For Javier, I mean. But you? You were family to us. Thought you should know.” you turned away from him, your mind reeling. “I know what he meant to you, (Y/N).” You turned back around with a fierce, fiery anger in your eyes. 

“Yes, John. Meant. Meant as in past tense. I burned what I had left of him for a reason. I’ve spent years keeping him and all of this out of my mind! Did it occur to you that maybe I didn’t want to care anymore?! That maybe I’d be better off not knowing?!” With every word, your voice became louder and angrier until you were practically spitting on the front steps of the saloon. John stood frozen for a moment before shaking his head slowly. 

“That didn’t… that didn’t occur to me, I’m sorry.” he fumbled with his words for a bit, unsure of what to say. “But I came to tell you, and I’m gonna tell you anyway. Otherwise I just came all this way just to piss you off-- and that doesn’t sit right with me.” You crossed your arms, regaining your composure. “I have to catch him. For my sake. And when I do I won’t hold back. I will catch him, (Y/N). And I’m gonna hand him over to people who are gonna see him hanged.” You clenched your jaw and stared John in the eyes. You felt your heart catch in your throat, though you did everything in your power to make sure John couldn’t see it for himself. “But, whatever happens after they’ve got him is out of my hands. Seeing as you’re the last person on God’s green earth that gives a damn about that man, it’d be unfortunate if you knew where they were takin’ him… You didn’t hear it from me.” 

The toe of your boot tapped nervously on the wood below your feet. Your eyes darted between buildings as you found yourself looking everywhere else but at John. Your heart pounded in your ears… you felt as though you didn’t have a clue what was going on anymore. How could your life have been going so well, so perfectly, just for all of it to come crashing down again in one night? You stopped tapping your foot. You closed your eyes and when you opened them, you were looking calmly at John again. You’d made up your mind already, hadn’t you?

“I hate him, John.” You said at last, soldiering through your words carefully, making sure not a single one wavered. “I hate him for what he did to all of us. But I don’t want him dead.”

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Hello everybody. I want you all to know that I’m okay and I’m still here. I have just been feeling very unmotivated recently. However, I’m writing something small and I was inspired by a comment I got so stay tuned!

Sorry, again, to all of you who follow my blog and who have submitted asks. I’ve seen them I promise. It’s just been difficult to get to them recently. 

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(via https://open.spotify.com/track/6tZAbv5JEsfqjTpkBOrLje?si=npu_9yKtSgSkdQebSuoUZg)

No Thoughts. Head Empty. Only slow dancing with any RDR2 character to this song

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I know this has nothing to do with the theme of my blog, but I also just wanted to say: It’s difficult struggling with mental illness. Sometimes, even simple tasks can seem grueling or impossible. Getting out of bed in the morning might seem like an easy, effortless thing to do, but sometimes, it can be hard to find the motivation to do even the smallest things. You should never think of yourself as lazy. Praise yourself for the small things when you’re struggling, because when you have that weight on your shoulders, they’re difficult things to do. 

You got out of bed this morning, you took your medication, you ate something, you changed out of your sweatpants and baggy clothes, you showered, you washed your face, you did that assignment you were putting off, you drank a glass of water, you cooked, you turned on the lights, you read a chapter of that book or watched an episode of that show you couldn’t find the time or motivation to watch before.  Just know that whatever you did yesterday, whatever you have done today, and whatever you do tomorrow, you’re doing an amazing job. 

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I’m so happy you’re back! Your “runaway” story is literally the best rdr2 fanfic I’ve read so far and I can’t wait to see more!! I hope you’re doing good and I truly am excited about you’re next chapter/story🥺❣️

If you guys keep this up I might actually cry  💕💕💕💕. 

And I’m doing well thank you!

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Oh god i think i had already sent you the Charles request, i'm so sorry

Don’t worry! I checked my inbox and that’s the only Charles request of its kind. Even if you did send it twice there’s no need to apologize!

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𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ♡

For the fluff and soft hearted, here is another lists of sentence starters that has the highest potentiality to turn into a soft scenarios. Feel free to change any pronouns / sentence structure according to your muse’s preference!     TRIGGER WARNING:   N/A.

“I never noticed your eyes were this [colour].”

“Your heartbeat’s really loud.”

“You asleep?”

“I like this, being so close to you.”

“Your hair keeps falling into your eyes, do you know that? Here, lemme just—”

“You’re so, so, so pretty.”

“I just — I’m breathless, okay? Whenever I’m with you, it happens.”

“You make my heart beat so quick.”

“You always know how to make me smile.”

“You’ll always be safe with me.”

[Kisses the other on the cheek]

“Always.”

“I can’t imagine being anywhere but here with you.”

“All my choices lead me to you.”

“I’ll never give you up.”

“I sleep better if you’re around.”

“You snore in your sleep. But… it’s adorable, okay?”

“I like this. A quiet breakfast with you.”

“There’re billions of people on this planet, and I love you. How incredible is that?”

“I trust you.”

[Holds the other’s hand when they think the other won’t notice]

“You keep staring at me instead of watching the film. What’s up?”

“Let’s push all of these stuff away. I wanna dance here right now with you.”

“Are we really doing this? Are we really slow-dancing?”

“When you laugh like that, it just — you’re so beautiful, you know that?”

“No, sorry, you laughed. I … I never saw it before. It’s — pretty.”

“You haven’t laughed in a long time, and I guess I was staring ‘cause I forgot how that looked like.”

[Puts head on the other’s shoulder]

“I will never let you go.”

“You’re the best thing to have ever happened to me.”

“You wrote me a song?”

“You’ve got a fever. Of course I’m not going anywhere.”

[Suddenly feels around the bed to search for the other’s hand / body when they’re sleeping]

[Extends a hand when they see the other was searching for it while they’re sleeping]

“I just feel calmer. When I’m with you.”

“You’re not in bed. I came looking for you.”

“What are you doing up? Come to bed.”

“It’s weird. I never thought I could feel like this, but you showed up. Now, it’s like I don’t wanna go on knowing I might lose the feeling.”

“I don’t mind sharing the blankets with you.”

“You’re cold. Come here.”

“You always do that. You always warm me up.”

“Stay.”

“It’s getting crowded. Here, hold my hand.”

[Hugs for a very long time]

[Puts feet on the other’s lap]

“I’m so proud of you, you know that?”

“I love you.”

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hey, just wanted to say i love Runaway so far !! and your writing is one of my favourites 🥺

💕 💕 💕 💕 💕  Thank you so so so much! It really means a lot to me when I get kind messages like this and I’m glad you enjoy my writing  🥺 🥺 🥺

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I have quite a few requests in my ask box at the moment and I will try to get o those as soon as I’m done with my exams this week ^^

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Runaway: Chapter 4 (Javier Escuella x Fem!Reader)

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

You’d lost track of how long Karen had gone out to “scope out the new land’s opportunities”. If it were anyone else, you’d be worried sick. But Karen? Oh, Miss Jones was probably off schmoozing some rich city boys, robbing them blind right before their eyes. 

It was just another lazy day in camp without her. No rowdy day drinking or talking back to Miss Grimshaw. Arthur and Dutch had arrived back at camp just the week before and still, things were quiet as ever.

“Job was a bust.” Dutch had said sourly, dismounting his horse with a huff. “O’Driscolls got to that godforsaken town before us.” 

The O’Driscolls… it had been a while since you’d heard their name. That dirty band of outlaws. You tried to push them out of your mind. Arthur and Duttch had been gone for a long time. Chances were, they’d gone far, far out of their way. No O’Driscolls would be coming near you or the rest of the Van Der Linde gang for the foreseeable future. At least you hoped so.

“(Y/N)?” 

Javier’s calling snapped you back into the present. You blinked your eyes down at the bucket in your hands. You’d gone to get water, that’s right- only the bucket was dry and you were standing absent-mindedly at the edge of the clear freshwater creek, the water just barely reaching your shoes. You shook your head and glanced over your shoulder at Javier. 

“Sorry, sorry- I’ve got it.” You called back, wading into the water to gather it in the bucket. Pebbles crunched under the soles of Javier’s boots as he made his way to the creek. 

“Give it here.” He offered as you stood up. “I can carry.” Hesitantly, you let him take the water from you. “Dutch sent me to you.” 

“Why?” You asked as Javier began the trek up the hill to the camp. 

“Someone here.” He said curtly. The quickness in his voice made your heart drop. 

“Who? Authorities? Cops?” 

“Ah- no.” Javier glanced over his shoulder at you, the traces of a smile on his face. 

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“Keep your chins up, everybody! I’m back!” Karen’s shrill southern drawl rang through the camp as you walked up with Javier at your side. “Everybody’s favorite smooth-talking con-lady, all the way from Tucson. Pearson looked up from his butcher’s table for just a moment to groan. 

“I knew it was getting too quiet around here.” He muttered, though there was no hostility in his voice. On the contrary, he, too, was smiling. 

“Welcome back, Karen.” You called back with a smile. As if you’d spoken a cue, Javier left you suddenly to fill the horse troughs with the bucket of creekwater the two of you had brought up together.

“Find anything promising out there, Miss Jones?” Dutch asked with a tip of his hat. Karen grinned. 

“Oh, it’s a real good one, Dutch. How’s a big ole’ city bank sound to you?” As she spoke, it occurred to you suddenly that she was backing up towards you with an array of clearly suspicious steps. With her back to you, she skillfully slipped a bottle of whiskey from her shoulderbag, waving it at her hip out of the rest of the gang’s sight. “I’ll fill you in on that bank heist in a bit, Dutch. (Y/N) and I have some catching up to do!” She said gleefully, backing up and forcing the bottle into your hand before she turned around, grabbing you by the arm and dragging you off. She lowered her voice, bringing her face close to yours. “You don’t even have to pay me back for that. Got it for free from some big shot at the bar in town. Bet he thought he could buy himself a marriage proposal with a couple of these! It’s a damn shame the only men in this country with any money are all brainless fools or I’d have married myself off to a rich man by now.”

“I don’t need this-” Karen cut you off, pushing you back before you could hand her the bottle. 

“Nah, keep it. You look like you could use the break. I bet Miss Grimshaw worked you hard while I was gone, you being the only other lady workin’ and all.” She grinned slyly. “Why else do you think I took my sweet time comin’ back?” She said with a chortle. “Figure I owe you one.” You opened your mouth to speak, only to be cut off again. “But don’t tell Miss Grimshaw. You’ve got my back, right? After all, the Van Der Linde ladies, we’re in this together you ‘n me!” She gave you a pat on the back before stopping you to nod towards Javier.  “So! Who’s that handsome fella with the accent?” She whispered, whiskey coming off her breath. 

“His name’s Javier Escuella. Dutch picked him up right after you left town.” 

“Man, I always miss all the fun, don’t I?” Karen looked Javier up and down for a moment. As if he could feel her staring, he looked up from his boots to wave politely and give both of you a little nod. You waved back. “Gotta admit, though, (Y/N), you sure do work fast. I’m almost jealous.” 

“Excuse me?” You sputtered, your hand dropping to your side. 

“Whadaya mean?” Karen glanced to you then back to Javier. “You mean you two aren’t… you know?” 

“Wherever your mind is, Karen, you’d better get it out of there- it’s not like that.” You smoothed down your appearance rather indignantly as Karen flashed a faux innocent look your way. 

“Alright, good. So he’s not off limits is what I’m hearing.” 

“That’s very unladylike of you, Miss Jones.” You retorted in a mocking voice, mimicking Miss Grimshaw under your breath. “Don’t be so vulgar.” 

“What? A good conwoman never backs away from an opportunity.” She winked. “You’d better go and share that bottle with him before I sweep him up off his feet. I fully intend to take him with me on this heist, you know.” 

“He doesn’t even have a horse yet.” 

“Well, he can just borrow yours, can’t he? Problem solved.” Karen mused, and you swatted her arm away from you.  

“Just don’t get him killed. I’ve grown to like him a little bit.” You joked. Karen’s eyes shone with amusement. 

“Precisely why you should share that drink with him. C’mon, loosen up a little. It’ll do you some good.” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the insistence in her voice. 

“What? Day drinking? Miss Grimshaw might tear my head off.” 

“Come on. I’ll keep Grimshaw off your back. Cross my heart, (Y/N), you can trust me!” Karen pushed you away, closer to where Javier was standing. “And besides, everyone’ll be so wrapped up in my big bank heist idea. I’m an actress, a performer! I know how to keep an audience captivated. Nobody’ll even notice you two are gone.” With a defeated sigh, you shrugged Karen away, moving towards Javier with the bottle clutched tightly in your hand. 

“If you insist.”

“Now go on! Shoo! No funny business, though. I’ll know about it!” And so, you left her behind. Her laughter grew fainter as she returned her attention to the rest of the camp, waving down Dutch, and Javier watched you with keen interest as you made your way towards him, holding up the bottle in offering with a grin.

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I’m Back! (Hopefully)

I’m gonna be honest, I didn’t expect to get so many followers during my absence. I have the next chapter of Runaway planned out and hopefully I’ll get to it soon. Thank you all for continuing to repost and like my writing even while I was inactive! I appreciate it so much!

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Reblog if you are or know of an adult fan fiction writer

I’m trying to prove a point

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You ain’t known for your luck, Kieran.

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I’m sorry that I haven’t been writing, but I did want to give you guys a little update. Since my last post, my parents have both recovered and I avoided getting sick (yay!). I’m not sure when I’ll get back to writing, though, so I would like to apologize to everyone who sent in requests while I was inactive. I promise I will try to get back into the writing groove. 

I would also like to thank everyone who sent me kind messages, I appreciate you all so much  💞 💞 💞

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19 for the nosy anons thing, and i hope you're doing well!

I am doing well, thank you so much 💕

19 (A fact about your personality): I can talk to almost anyone for hours. It’s hard to get me to shut up, especially if the person I’m talking to shares similar interests to me. I can talk about the things I love forever. I’m also a fast talker so it’s a little hard to keep up with the things that I say sometimes ^^’

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43, 26, and 15 for the nosey asks 😌

43 (Sexiest person that comes to my mind immediately): Absolutely Ryan Reynolds 

26 (My biggest pet peeves): When people stand in the middle of anywhere crowded and pose for social media pictures. I live in a tourist trap area and there are so many of these people ^^’

When people say text acronyms like “OMG” or “LOL” out loud 

Driving anywhere on the east coast (everyone is so aggressive!) 

15 (Favorite movie): True Grit 

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