RDR2 ONESHOTS ;; REQ ➥

𝘉𝘰𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘱. ;; 𝘑𝘌, 𝘑𝘔, 𝘈𝘔, 𝘚𝘔, 𝘊𝘚

SUMMARY : Javier encourages you and a select few to go fishing with him. And of course, it goes horribly wrong.

WARNINGS : none

RATING : masculine reader

The warm summer sun beat down on your skin, hair sticking to your forehead and clothes clinging to your skin. You needed a break from your chores, and Javier had basically just plopped it into your lap.

"Think about it, Yeah? Me, You, maybe a third?" He gushed, making finger guns at you as you continued to ring out your positively drenched bandana, having been filled with sweat due to how frequently you'd been blotting off your forehead.

With a sigh, you stood up straight, back cracking a little bit.

"...A 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘥 you say?" You encouraged, which only seemed to get Javier more excited at the idea of going fishing with you. He was like a little kid with $5 to his name and a candy bar.

"Yeah! Whoever you want! Just.. not the pair we do not mention." He slightly slurred, his voice quick and hasty to get the words out as fast as he could muster, far too jolly to slow down.

You shot him a look, tilting your head to the side as you waved the bandana in his direction.

"Do you mean the big texan n' the snake?" You referenced, to which he awkwardly nodded. It didn't take long for him to recover, though, already collecting his rod and saddling up. With a shared look, you two agreed that you'd find someone to come with.

Couldn't be that hard. Right?

First, you asked John. "You wanna come fishing with me?" You asked, leaning over his shoulder as he sat at the scout fire with Sean, which made the irishman light up. "Oh, Oh! Boy, Lemme come! Cmon!" Sean pleaded, to which John groaned and shook his head.

"If I was considerin' it before, I surely ain't now." He rasped, glowering over at the redhead, who as always didn't seem to give a damn.

Your eyes ran over the pair, studying them. Clearly, John didn't want to get stuck in a boat with who he deemed one of the more annoying members of the gang. You smirked a little bit, lifting your brows.

Turning on your heels, you commented;

"Too bad, Really. Javier said he was really lookin' forward to have you join..."

And before you knew it, John muttered something along the lines of FINE, and tromped to his horse with his rod, to which Sean followed like the little terrier he is.

You considered stopping there, but you figured it would flatter Javier to have so many people wanting to fish with him. Besides, When was the last time you and your friends had a proper outing?

Waltzing down to the outskirts of Clemens point, you found Arthur doodling in his journal. It didn't take long for him to clap it shut and glance over at you.

He studied you, a rumble exiting his throat as his dirty blonde brows furrowed over his blue eyes. "...Whatchu want." He demanded simply, like some kind of bear.

"Figured you'd wanna join me n' a few folk to go fishing... Javier's hosting." You said with a nod of your head, crossing your arms as your eyes subtly narrowed to meet Arthurs.

The two of you stared each other down for a moment, before Arthur broke the tension with a shrug, collecting his things into his satchel and walking to the horses. "Ion' see why not. Charles coming?"

Charles. You hadn't even thought about Charles. You hesitated, voice caught in your throat as you looked off to the side. Truth be told, he never exactly was as talkative or at least social as you were, So of course he didn't cross your mind.

"Charles!" Arthur hollered before you could answer, a dark head of hair peeking up from the fire as Arthur beckoned. "Wanna go fishin'?" Arthur offered as he stuffed his rod on his saddle, hopping on. Javier was squirming like a giddy teenager at the proper group that had formed.

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Before you even knew it, The six of you were out riding to the creek, giggling and cracking jokes (mostly on people you hated's expense,) In general bonding. After a moment, you fell silent as you studied the atmosphere between all of these men.

At the end of the day, they were all people just like you, With complex lives, just like yours.

"...Gee. You gon' keep oglin' or are you gonna get to work!" Arthur teased, a smile on his face as his scruffy beard scrunched with his cheeks. His voice was laced with an underlying amusement, like he was fighting back a childish laugh. Eventually, the urge won- A chuckle escaping him.

They were already here? Wow. That was... brief. Whatever. Fishing, right? Fun!

You all dismounted your horses, settling into your spots on the bank. As always, Javier got bragging rights on getting some beautiful bigmouth bass, And Sean was teased for getting a weak little bluegill.

You walked away with two hefty pike, nothing too special. 

You all sat in silence in a circle like some tween girls admiring what you'd caught, Javier still sat at the bank.

"I tink mine came out dead." Sean mumbled as he prodded at his bluegill, glazed over eyes and dry scales being a tell. You grimaced at the nasty catch.

"....You figure that out all on your own?" You quietly muttered, brows sinking. The admiration circle was broken when the group heard thrashing at the bank, Javier struggling with his rod. 

John was the first to his aid, then Arthur, then of course you and Charles whilst Sean sat miserably poking at his horrible work.

"Oho! We've got dinner, 𝘔𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘰𝘴, Keep the rod intact!" Javier said through a giddy chortle. When something was finally beginning to get dragged out, a heavy thrash in the water drenched Javiers pants, causing him to squeal.

"Oh, Shut yer damn mouth! It's just some 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳!" Arthur chided, looking down at the water just as you did. The line had snapped, Causing Javier and the lot of you to stagger back, now slicked with mud.

Almost by instinct, you all looked to Sean, who was paler than usual, jaw agape. As far as the group knew, If Sean had helped, they would've caught whatever beast lay under the waters surface.