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holidaywishes · 4 years ago

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Embers XII

Chapter XII: the devil’s playing tricks on me...

Summary of series: Katie moves from Peachtree, Georgia, to L.A. with her son, Alex, to start fresh after the death of her husband. When she meets Evan Buckley, a young firefighter, she falls fast but will her son be so quick to accept Evan into his life?

Summary of chapter: After weeks chained up and trapped, Katie and Alex finally escape but things don’t go as smoothly as either of you hoped.

Warning: Trigger warning for abuse, language, angst and fear, bad Google translating skills

Author’s Note: I had so much fun writing these two chapters, as twisted as that sounds, but it was like a sudden burst of inspiration hit and I just kind of had a flow going. Hopefully this chapter will be the same thing and I hope you all continue to enjoy the chapters! Thanks for reading! Stay golden, loves <3

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Katie’s P.O.V

“Katie, Katie...” Evan’s voice called to you

“Evan?” you murmured

“Wake up, sleepy head. Alex is gonna be late for school” he laughed

“School?”

“Yeah, you know that place the kids go to learn?”

“Are we home?” you asked, noticing Evan’s eyebrows crease together

“Of course you’re home!”

“I had the strangest dream...”

“Get up,” Evan mouthed but a different voice came from his throat, “wake up, Katerina!” You woke up to find Jeff hovering over you, “were you having a bad dream?” He smirked, forcing you to look around you. Damn it, you thought to yourself, of course it was just a dream, “I’ve got a busy day today,” Jeff continued, “Errands to run, people to see, things like that... You’re going to have to be on your own today. I expect you to stay put. Are you going to behave?”

“Where am I gonna go?” you chided, lifting up your arms as high as you could before the chains stopped you

“After you tried to run away last time, I have no choice,” he replied and you turned your head away from him, “I’ll be back as soon as I can.” You were starting to lose hope and all track of time; you couldn’t tell if you had been there for weeks or months.

“Mom?” Alex called through the vent

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“You know I love you right?”

“Of course I do, Alex, why?”

“I just wanted to tell you, in case...” he trailed off

“Baby, no, shh,” you tried but your throat was so dry that you almost couldn’t speak, “don’t think like that. We’re getting out of here, remember? Together”

“I’m sorry if I was mean to Buck”

“What do you mean?”

“I thought dad would come back and be mad that you were with someone else...”

“Sweetheart, maybe you should go back to sleep. We don’t need to talk about this, I know you didn’t mean anything by it. I know Buck didn’t either”

“I really like him. He’s so funny and he’s a firefighter!”

“He likes you too, bud.”

“He’s gonna get us out of here, I know it. I can feel it”

“Alex...” you sighed, “he’s not gonna get us out of here. He doesn’t even know where here is. We’re gonna have to get ourselves outta this one, kid.”

“Well, we can do it.”

“You’re chipper today” you scoffed

“He’s gonna be gone most of the day, mom, we can get away...”

“Alex, my love...” you frowned, “I can’t get out of these chains which means I can’t get to you. Not without Jeff...”

“Maybe I can..” you heard him struggling, assuming he was trying to get out of the shackles, “just pull my...”

“Don’t sweetheart, I don’t want you to hurt yourself”

“I think I’m almost out” he groaned just as the front door opened

“Stop, Alex!” you urged, “you need to stay put okay? Just for a little longer”

“What’s he doing back?” Alex said in fear

“I don’t know, just stay put.” Jeff crept into the bedroom, sitting on the bed beside you.

“I guess I had less to do than I thought I did” he smirked

“I’m sorry” you whispered

“What?” he asked

“I shouldn’t have tried to run away,” you said, “I was just worried for Alex. I know now you’re not going to hurt him...”

“I appreciate your apology,” he smiled, “that couldn’t have been easy for you. I’m not going to hurt either of you unless you try to run away again. But the two of you need to eat, so if you promise to behave, I’ll take the chains off.”

“I promise” you shook your head frantically and waited for him to undo the chains that kept you in place. He walked you to the table and sat you down before going back and bringing Alex to you; setting down quite the feast in front of you.

“Slow down little man” Jeff laughed as Alex scarfed down the food on his plate

“Manners, Alex...” you added, trying to play the role that Jeff wanted you to. He smiled at your words but quickly changed the topic

“There’s been quite the commotion going on in the 118...” he said, looking over at you while you tried to keep your eyes down, “someone put out an AMBER alert and everything”

“Oh?” you said, still looking at your plate

“Yeah,” he continued, “I think you need to make a call”

“A call?” you perked up your head at the idea of being able to hear your mother’s voice again, maybe talk to Evan or anyone from the outside world.

“To clear some things up,” he added, “you know, before we leave”

“Leave?” you and Alex questioned, dropping your forks

“Where are we going?” Alex asked

“Well, I was thinking about it,” he started, “this place is nice. L.A. weather is beautiful, but it’s not like Peachtree. After all, there’s no place like home right?”

“You wanna take us back to Georgia?”

“It’s home. We deserve to start our family where it feels like home.”

“But my mom, Alex’s grandma, she’s here. She’ll be all alone, we can’t leave her.” You tried, furrowing your brow at his words

“That’s what the phone call is for.” He admitted and you looked at Alex, “you’ll explain to her that you’re missing home and that she’s always welcome for a visit but both you and Alex just had to go back to Peachtree”

“You want me to lie to her?”

“It’s necessary,” he stated calmly, “if that Buckley had just minded his own business you wouldn’t have to lie. But here we are...”

“Can Alex at least say goodbye to her as well?” you asked, “I don’t want to be the only one she hears from...”

“Fine. But only 10 minutes, five each!” He gave you the phone and you dialed your moms number

“Mom?” you whispered

“KATIE?!” she exclaimed, “oh baby girl! Are you alright?” you felt your eyes well up with tears at her question

“I’m fine, mom,” you replied as she let out a whimper, “mom? Mom? I can’t hear you, are you still there?” you faked

“I’m here sweetheart!” she said, forcing you to muffle the sounds

“I need a better signal.. outside?” you asked hesitantly and much to your surprise, Jeff agreed. You took Alex’s hand and led him outside to continue the call, “Mommy?” you continued

“Oh baby, it’s so good to hear from you. Where are you?” she asked, her voice shaky as she tried to control her tears

“I love you, mom.” You said, small tears flowing freely from your eyes now, “no matter what, always remember that, okay?”

“Katerina, sweetheart, you’re scaring me. Tell me where you are and I’ll come get you okay?”

“I can’t...” you said, stopping her, “we’re going home. You can visit us but we’re going home...”

“Katie?”

“Alright that’s enough!” Jeff shouted as he made his way over to you and Alex

“Wait!” you shouted, “Alex didn’t get to talk to her.” You handed the phone to your son before whispering something in his ear and moving in front of him

“Oma?” his little voice spoke, “Mama says we’re coming home! Are you gonna be there?”

“I think you’ve both had enough time, you’ve said what I allowed you to stay” he huffed, moving closer to you and Alex but not before you pushed your son toward the car, handing him the keys that you managed to sneak from the bowl by the door, “Katerina...” he said, slowly stepping toward you, “you said you’d behave”

“Alex!” you called to your son to get him to start the car

“Don’t be stupid, Katie.” Jeff argued, “you know what happens if you get in that car...” You inched backward but Jeff inched forward, anger covering his face until it overcame him. He lunged at you and you lunged to the side, knowing he would run after you before he ran to Alex

“I told you,” you sneered, “you should’ve let him go. He’s done nothing to you.” When he got close enough to you, you kicked your leg out hoping that it would connect with some part of him, and it did. You somehow managed to kick him square in his chest and knock him down, but with that, you lost your footing, falling onto your back

“Why do you have to fight me every step of the way?!” he shouted as he grabbed your shirt in his hands, lifting you up and knocking your head against the hard ground

“MOM!” you heard Alex shout from the car, the noise distracted Jeff long enough for you to knee him in his groin and get yourself up. When you got into the car, you looked around frantically, shit, you said under your breath, smiling at your son

“It’s fine. Never driven manual before but I guess I’m gonna have to learn. Fast.” You sighed and began shifting the car into gear, wincing at the grinding sounds it made

“KATERINA!” you heard Jeff shout and, in sheer panic, you stepped on the gas, forcing the car to scream as it made its way down the road

“Mom, make it stop!” Alex whined as he held his fingers in his ears

“I know, baby, I’m trying...” you kept fidgeting with the stick shift, somehow managing to get the car into gear and speed down the road. A car sped behind you, hitting your back bumper and pushing you forward. You knew it had to be Jeff and he was going to be ruthless, “seat belt, Alex.” You prompted before you sped up as fast as you could manage; there were no cars on the road so you swerved around the road occasionally to evade Jeff’s collision attempts. It didn’t take long until you got into the city, the tell tale L.A. traffic stopping you in your tracks, “no no no no no” you whined, looking behind you for where Jeff was and around for an exit, “hold on sweetie.” You inhaled sharply before switching the car into a gear that seemed to work, at least for the time being, as you jumped the divider and drove on the wrong side of the highway

“MOMMY!” Alex cried

“It’s okay, baby, it’s okay. Just stay back in your seat okay?” you tried to calm him, sticking your arm out in front of him so he wouldn’t fly forward, “Oh god, I’m breaking so many laws right now, so many laws...” you whispered under your breath, looking in the rear view mirror to find Jeff coming up fast behind you, “You’ve got to be kidding!” He hit you once, just as you were faced with an oncoming car and a helicopter circled overhead. Shit, you sighed, continuing to speed down the highway; hoping you would get out of this alive.

Evan’s P.O.V

“Have you seen this?” Chimney asked as he flew into the kitchen of the Firehouse and turned on the news, “there’s a car chase!”

“Who the hell could be that stupid?” Hen said

“Can you please turn it off?” You barked, rubbing your temples

“We’re not sure exactly who either of the individuals are in these vehicles, but what we can tell you is that the one ahead is a 1967 Mustang with California plates and the one behind is a late model Chevy truck but there are no plates. It appears--”

“Wait, did they say Mustang?” You interrupted the broadcast

“Yeah, why?” Chim said, cocking his eyebrow at you

“Where are they?”

“I-10?”

“That’s Jeff’s car. That means that Katie is in one of those cars...”

“Buck, you don’t know that!” Hen called to you as you ran out of the building

“Maddie,” you called your sister, “you’ve seen the car chase right?”

“Yes, Buck, it’s all over the news” she scoffed

“I need you to keep me in the loop. Any 9-1-1 calls that come in, got it?”

“Evan, you know I can’t--”

“Just do it!” you interrupted before hanging up and jumping in your car. You growled as you weaved through traffic, evading the police cars that soon followed behind you

“SIR, PULL OVER!” a voice boomed over the speaker when you wouldn’t pull over, “PULL YOUR VEHICLE OVER NOW!” You started to speed up but when another cruiser stopped in front of you, you almost crashed into it. You put your hands out the window as they approached you

“You don’t understand,” you pleaded, “I have to follow the car chase”

“Watch it on T.V., like everyone else...”

“I need to get to them. My girlfriend is in one of those cars, she’s in trouble!”

“I’d say so. She broke the law, big time. Then again, so did you.” you rolled your eyes before asking them to call Athena

“Athena Grant” you pleaded but they just shoved you into the back of the cop car and took you to the station. Damn it

Katie’s P.O.V

The gears were starting to really grind and you couldn’t focus on anything because the sound was too loud

“UGH!” you groaned as you tried to not only outrun Jeff but keep your son safe. You looked in the rear view mirror just as Jeff rammed into the back of the car and you spun around before the car collided with another at the intersection; luckily it hit your side and not where Alex was sitting but when you came to, you saw that the windshield had been broken and you couldn’t find your son. Fearing he might have flew through the glass, you looked around outside, finding Jeff holding Alex near the edge of a bridge

“Why did you run, Katerina?” Jeff yelled

“Let him go!”

“You betrayed me, my love...” he frowned

“I didn’t betray you,” you yelled, “and I’m not your love!”

“What is it about this boy that makes everyone crazy?” he said angrily, “It turned Jesse into a weak, careless man. It turned you into a backstabbing bitch. Why?”

“Let him go. Please” you begged

“Step away from the boy!” The Police said as they circled around. You moved slowly toward them, trying your best to get Jeff to let Alex go

“He doesn’t know the cruelty of the world yet,” you said, “don’t let this be how he experiences life now. Through nothing but fear...”

“What happens if he dies?” Jeff said easily, like it was second nature, and your chest filled with sorrow, fearing for your son’s life more and more with every passing second

“I die, too,” you said simply, a tear falling from the corner of your eye at your confession, “I can’t live without him. I won’t.”

“Sir, step away from the edge and give us the boy!” a Police officer shouted once more as you stepped even closer to Jeff and Alex

“Well, Katie,” he sighed, “I guess you’ll have to --” His words were cut off by a bullet striking his chest

“NO!!!!” you flew forward, crashing onto the ground just in time to to grab Alex’s arm, watching as Jeff’s body splashed into the water below. Alex screamed as your nails dug into his skin, “hold on baby, don’t let go!” Your weight shifted forward and you felt a sudden pain in your side, you must have landed on something when you jumped on the ground but you couldn’t let Alex see you in pain

“Mommy, I’m scared!” he screamed, crying as he flailed in your grasp, hanging over at least a 50 foot drop.

“I know, baby, I’m scared too,” you admitted, wincing slightly at whatever was digging in your side, “but you’re so so brave. You’re my beautiful brave boy and I need you to keep being brave okay?”

“Okay” he sniffled

“Can you do that for me?” You repeated, Alex nodded in response while you listened to the commotion behind you. You thought you heard someone calling 9-1-1 but you could only hope that your arms were strong to hold onto Alex until they got here. “Alex, baby,” you said through strained breaths, “hold onto to me with both of your hands okay?”

“Okay” he hesitated as he brought his other arm up to grab your hand, his small hands wrapping around your wrist

“That’s it,” you smiled, “okay baby. Now we have to be very still. Help is on the way so just be very very still, as still as you can.” He nodded, looking straight ahead and you just hoped he wouldn’t look down; you rested your head on the concrete to take the strain off of your neck for a moment when you heard the sirens coming. Thank you, you said under your breath to no one in particular, but when you heard a sound closer than the siren, you jerked your head up to find a news helicopter trying to capture you on camera.

“MOMMY!” Alex screamed as he wiggled beneath

“ALEX, STOP MOVING!” you urged, panicking as you tried to lift him up or, at the very least, not drop him, reaching your your other arm to grab him, screaming at the sudden intense pain in your side. You felt like you were going to pass out from whatever you just did but you had to hold on to Alex, so you waited for the firefighters to show up and the helicopter to move further away.

“Miss? Miss? Can you hear me?” a familiar voice called out but with all the other sounds in the background, you couldn’t quite make out who it was, “someone needs to get that bird out of here. What are they t-- Miss, everything is going to be okay, we got you.”

“Bobby?” you said when you finally recognized his voice

“Katie?” he exclaimed and you turned to look at him, smiling when you saw his face

“Bobby, it’s you...” you let out a sigh of relief

“It’s me, it’s us.” He spoke as calmly as he could, having to yell over the noise around you, “We’re gonna get you and Alex out of here but I need you to stay still for a little while longer okay?”

“Bobby?” you called him back before he could leave, “you need to take Alex. I can’t let him see me die...”

“You’re not going to die” he promised and you creased your forehead, eyebrows pulling together empathetically

“Take him, Bobby, please, before he falls...” you pleaded but Alex started to wriggle again, “Alex, baby, stop moving please. Look, Bobby’s here to help us”

“I can’t hold on, mama” he cried

“Yes, you can, baby,” you said calmly, “listen to me. You’re so brave, your father was terrified of heights”

“He was?” Alex replied, seemingly distracted by your statement

“Yes,” you laughed, feeling Bobby’s eyes on you as you spoke to your son, “he never could’ve done as amazing as you’re doing right now. He would’ve panicked and fallen but not you. You’ve kept so calm, I know you’re scared buddy. That’s okay. It’s okay to be scared. You’re doing so well, being so brave. But I need you to keep staying still, like I told you before, remember? So that you don’t slip and so Bobby can come get you. I promise, I’m not going to let go until I know they’ve got you. I’m not going to let anything happen to you, everything is going to be okay. We’re gonna make it baby, together. I promise.” You nodded, your long hair falling in front of your face so you could only see from your one eye facing Bobby. He signalled to someone on the other side that they were good to go down while he talked to you

“Alright, Katie, we’ve got Alex. You can let go now” he said softly

“You’ve got him?” you spoke to whoever was on your other side

“I’ve got him, you can let go Katie” Eddie’s voice spoke to you and you exhaled for the first time in what felt like days, dropping your head onto the concrete

“Thank you” you sobbed quietly.

“Cap, we got a problem here,” you heard Chimney say, likely noticing the cut in your side, “she’s loosing a lot of blood.”

“Let’s get her on her back. Gently. 1.. 2.. 3!” Bobby counted as they helped you onto your back

“Looks like a piece of glass...” Hen started

“The cars..” you said, “we crashed... I had to jump so Alex didn’t fall”

“Alright,” she whispered, “it’s alright. Save your breath okay?” You nodded as Hen took Bobby aside and you were left with Eddie and Chimney

“Where’s Alex?” you panicked

“He’s in the Ambulance, he’s okay.” Chimney said

“You did great, kept him calm the whole time” Eddie added

“He’s okay? Is he hurt?” you asked again

“He’s fine. Little bump on the head” Eddie replied but you could tell he was lying to calm you.

“Where’s Evan?” you asked, realizing he wasn’t there

“He’s... not working today” Chimney said

“He’s always working” you chided as Hen and Bobby made their way to you so she could examine your wound, pressing on your ribs until you cried out in pain

“It looks like Traumatic Pneumothorax” she said

“Ooh... big words..” you tried to laugh, “what does that mean?” Suddenly, you began coughing violently, so much so that you were coughing up blood and the team had to put you on your side

“Katie, Katie!” Bobby called to you and you outstretched your hand to take his

“Make sure Alex is okay, I’ll be fine..” you said before more blood coated your lips and forced its way out of your body. Eddie urged you to keep your arm over your head so they could help you

“KATIE!” you could swear you heard Evan calling to you. The panic in his voice almost as present as it was in yours when you were looking for Alex, “KATIE!” there it was again only this time, Bobby’s voice was added to it

“Buck, stop. Listen, you need to stay back. Go check on Alex, we’ve got this,” you heard Bobby say before Evan tried to argue his way to you, “we’ve got this. Go check on Alex...” You began looking around, noticing a tall body beside Hen as she said they were going to put you on a gurney. You furrowed your brow as you watched this figure follow you into the Ambulance and you were slowly able to discern the clothes they were wearing. When it finally clicked in your mind that you were seeing Jesse, a stream of tears fell from your eyes

“Katie?” Chimney asked when he saw the tear fall, “what’s wrong?” The team watched as you stared at the empty space where you saw your dead husband

“I’m not a religious person,” you started, in almost a whisper as your throat was so dry you couldn’t speak too loudly, “my mom is. She used to take me to church every Sunday growing up”

“That’s okay..” Bobby replied, trying to get you to stop talking

“She believed it all. God, Angels, Heaven, Hell, Demons, The Devil...” you continued, still looking at Jesse’s face who had contorted to a loving smile to a sympathetic frown, “but she never believed in ghosts. I never knew why. I believe in ghosts, I always did. So I asked her one day--” Your eyes still not leaving the empty space beside Eddie

“Katie, you need to conserve your breath” Eddie pleaded softly

“She told me that ghosts were just the Devil’s way of playing tricks on us...” You finally looked at Bobby, who scrunched his eyebrows together before noticing your eyes drifting, “so why.. spielt der Teufel mir einen Streich?” The words were whispered so softly that you weren’t even sure if anyone heard them before your sight went completely dark and you could only hear your husband’s voice calling to you.

Evan’s P.O.V

When you showed up at the hospital, you tried to find where Katie but found her mom talking to the 118 instead

“Leny!” you called

“Evan!” she smiled, greeting you with a hug

“Have you heard anything?” you asked

“Not yet,” Helena said, gesturing back to Hen who had been talking to her before you showed up, “but Henrietta was just telling me something about what Katie said when she was in the ambulance”

“We think it was German” she added

“We didn’t understand it, it sounded like she was asking for Sprite?” Chimney continued

“Sprite?” Leny said confused

“It sounded like gibberish in all honesty, I heard why spilled toy fuel mine strike?” Hen said

“Spilled.. what was she saying before that?”

“She was talking about ghosts and you and religion?” Eddie added

“Spielt der Teufel mir einen Streich” she said under her breath

“What does that mean?” you asked

“Why is the Devil playing tricks on me...” She answered before dropping her head, “she must have seen something to make her think of that. I haven’t said that to her in ages. Not since she was a little girl...”

“Are any of you with Katie Richardson?” the doctor asked and the entire group stepped forward

“I’m her mother” Leny stated so the doctor could speak to her, you asked if you could go into the room with them and the doctor reluctantly agreed

“She was stable enough for us to do a blood transfusion. She punctured her left lung and, with the way her body was being stretched to keep her son from falling, the glass, or whatever cut through her, came dangerously close to her heart. You should know, your daughter had marks on her wrists and ankles that appear to be from being chained something -- her son has these as well...”

“Oh my god” she whispered

“I understand that the two of them were missing for some weeks, correct?” He asked and you nodded as Leny dropped her head on your shoulder, “it appears that she sustained a number of injuries. She had broken ribs on her right side, she’s badly bruised across her entire body. She has cuts and scrapes on her arms and legs and a small crack on her skull, likely from the car accident”

“Does Alex have these injuries too?” she asked

“No.” The doctor stated, dropping his eyes, “He has some injuries but no broken bones, no cracked ribs. It appears that her injuries are defensive. She was likely protecting her son whenever and, however, she could”

“Is she alright?” she questioned, “can we see her?”

“She’s still asleep. We’ve had to intubate her, so she won’t be able to speak when she wakes up”

“Can we just sit in with her?” you pleaded

“Everyone out there is with her?” he asked

“Yes” you replied

“I can only allow one person at a time.” You led Leny out of the room before the doctor stopped you

“Doc?”

“I’m assuming you’re the husband?” he said, giving you Katie’s ring they must have had to take off and you nodded because you didn’t want to explain, “your wife is very strong. To have sustained those injuries and still maintain the presence of mind to look after her son? It’s remarkable.” You thanked him before joining the group outside, waiting for when it would be your chance to see Katie.

“Thank you all,” you addressed the group that eagerly sat in the waiting room, “for getting them here safely. For taking such good care of them...”

“Just doin’ our job, Bucko” Chimney joked

“I mean it,” you continued, “I don’t know what I would’ve done if either of them... I was going crazy not knowing.” They comforted you as you took your own place in the waiting room before you were finally able to see Katie, sitting in a chair as she slept, slipping her engagement ring back onto her finger, “I’m so sorry, Katie,” you whispered, holding her hand in yours, “that I wasn’t there for you. That I couldn’t find you sooner...” You fell asleep almost as soon as you dropped your head onto her arm; you hadn’t fully slept since Katie and Alex went missing so having them both back and safe allowed you the peace of mind to finally fall asleep.

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the lies you tell III.

Summary: You and Henry dated for 2 very happy years, when it all came crumbling down. Protection was the only thing on your mind. And now, 3 years later, on a lunch with a common friend, you are hit with the lies you told.

A/N: A short confessional.

the lies you tell. the lies you tell II.

“Ho-how did you get in here? How do you know where I lived?” My voice squeaks out, my heart still pounding in my chest.

This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening.

I close my eyes, hoping that when I open them again, he would disappear.

He does not. He is very much still there.

“That isn’t important right now.” He replies, sitting up straight.

“The hell it isn’t! Up until 10 hours ago, you didn’t even know I was here.” I take a step forward, my anger increasing with his lack of response. “How did you find out where I live?” I ask again.

“What? Are you getting frustrated because I am not giving you what you want?” He asks, his head tilts to the side. “I remember being that frustrated, asking the same question over and over again. Only to never get a proper answer.”

“That isn’t the same thing! This is about my safety!”

Henry stands, “And that was about my heart. My safety.” We stand there, staring at each other. “Tell me about how I was the lesser evil.” He says softly.

“I don’t want to talk about it. Nothing has changed. I told you the truth.” I wrap my arms around my middle, trying to hold myself together.

“And I don’t believe that for one minute. Remember Ava, I know you better then anyone.”

I hesitate, searching for something other than this man to look at. “I’m not proud of what I did.”

“What you ‘did’? Did you cheat on me?” Henry’s voice cracks.

My eyes snap to his, “No, never. I meant I wasn’t proud in breaking up with you. It was the hardest thing I could have ever done.”

“Tell me why. I want to understand what I did wrong.” His pleading tone is not lost on me, it kills me to hear him.

“I will tell you, but understand one thing. I thought I was doing the right thing.” I whisper, looking down at my feet, trying to gain the courage to tell the story for the first time. I never told anyone what happened. It was my dirty little secret.

He sits back down, watching me as I sit on a chair across from him. Our knees grazing each other’s. I take a deep breath, picking my head up and meeting his gaze.

His eyes so blue, so clear, I could get lost in them.

I miss waking up to those eyes.

“It began slowly, the first grain of doubt being planted after Superman was released. When the world finally saw you as the attractive leading man that could have anyone he wanted, this object of sex appeal and box office smashes. This man came up to me, told me I was hurting your image. At the time, I was just your friend, tagging along with you so you would always know you had my support.” I stop, swallowing the lump in my throat. “I brushed it off, thinking nothing of it. Nothing happened between the two of us at the time, men and women can be friends all the time. Besides, you were honest in your interviews about being single.

“But a few years later, you asked me out. Made me the happiest girl in the world. Giving me something I didn’t know I even wanted.” I smile at the memory, how he went from being completely calm and collected in front of the cameras, but turning into a stuttering mess when telling me how he felt. “God, you were the biggest dork when you asked me out, I couldn’t help but say yes.” Giggles escape me, Henry smiles softly at the memory as well.

“Yeah, not my crowning moment.” He mumbles, scratching the back of his neck. “Go on.”

“Well, it happened again when you were working on Mission Impossible and working on re-shoots for Justice League. The man came back, visiting me while I was at your house watching Kal. He told me that I was ruining you. That if we continued to date, no one would hire you, not for a leading role, not for any role. The famous Henry Cavill dating a lowly girl from a broken family, from a backwoods town.” I stop, turning my head to the side, I watch the moon. “‘How could someone like Henry love someone like you? You are a nobody. You aren’t talented, you aren’t even pretty. You are just clinging onto him, waiting for him to sink along with you.’ He spoke as if he knew something I didn’t, making me think for a moment that you didn’t love me.

“I was crushed, but I knew it wasn’t true. I knew you loved me. But the man continued, ignoring the fact that I would never do anything to hurt you or your reputation, which it why no one ever knew we were dating. I didn’t want you to get hate because of me.” I wrap my arms around my middle, turning back and looking at him. “I finally got the courage to ask him who he was, why he was trying to push me away from you. He laughed at me. It was such a sickening sound, I can still hear it. He said he was part of your agency, someone that could control if you could be a lead, or to get a part with no credit.

“I knew how much your job meant to you. This man says he could completely destroy everything you worked so hard for. I didn’t want to stand in the way. You belong with someone like your beautiful co-stars, not me.” Tears start spilling from my eyes, the pain of that day still ringing in my body. “I didn’t deserve you. I loved you for years before you asked me out. And every time I looked to my future, you were always there with me, either as my best friend, or something else. Something stronger.”

His eyes widen, lips parting slightly at my confession.

Did I really just insinuate us being married?

“The man kept coming round, every time I was left alone. Threatening me. Threatening you. The last straw was about a week before that horrible night, that day I went with you to a quick meeting. While I was sitting in the waiting room, he walked by, stopped, and glared at me. He said that after the movie is released, he was going to run your name through the mud, insuring that you never get a proper role again.” I stop, putting my hand over my mouth, trying to stop the sobs from coming out. Closing my eyes, the tears fall, not knowing if they would ever stop.

I hear shifting, and then two thuds, a hand spreading my legs open, a body coming between my legs. Opening my eyes, I see Henry’s face so close to mine, him on his knees, sadness in his eyes. “Ava...” he says as he holds me.

I shake my head, “I’m not finished.” He sits back on his heels, one hand caressing my leg, nodding for me to continue. “For years I heard you talk about what you wanted, how badly you wanted to be an actor, how you loved what you did. I couldn’t take that away. I couldn’t let my selfishness for you stand in the way of your happiness.” I reach a hand toward him, my fingertips grazing his jaw. “You always looked your best when you were happy. I knew you would be able to find someone new. Someone better. All I had to do was break my heart.

“It was the hardest thing I ever had to do, but I did it so you could continue to do what you loved. I would have never asked you to pick me over your job, because I knew what you would say. “

“I would pick you.” He says, leaning his face into my palm, his eyes watching me.

“Exactly. But I know I’m not worth that.” I put my other hand on the other side of his face, making him look at me straight on. “You mean the world to me, and these last few years, I have been able to watch you do so many amazing things, building a very thirsty fanbase, a name for yourself, a legacy. You have done so much, and I am so proud.” I smile, the tears finally stop falling. “My heart is so full, watching you do what you love. Knowing that there is nothing you can do that would make me not love you.

“I fell in love with you because of your heart. Loving you was the easiest thing I have ever done, you make it so simple. I know what I said hurt, and you obviously know it was a lie, but please, don’t hate me for wanting you to live your dream.” I place my forehead on his, brushing my nose against his. Closing my eyes, I feel the warmth of him. How he smells the same, but now a bit more expensive.

“Ava. I can’t believe you didn’t tell me. I would have done something. I would have fired him.” He stops, his breath coming out jagged, “I would have done anything to keep you with me.”

“I know, but I tried to protect you. And I couldn’t even do that right.” His hands slide up my body, resting on my shoulders and neck, holding me in place.

“But that wasn’t your cross to bear alone. A relationship means that there are two people. We are a team.”

He tilts his head forward, his lips meeting mine in a soft kiss. My blood runs hot, my body turning to mush. I arch my body toward him, crushing my chest to his, tangling my fingers in his hair.

I pull away, trying to catch my breath. I watch as he opens his eyes, a hand wiping my tears away.

“I love you, Ava. I never stopped. There is no one I rather have on my team.” He whispers, brushing his nose against mine.

“I love you, too, Henry.”

The door to my apartment opens, “Honey, I’m home!” Chris sings, shutting the door.

“Fuck off, Evans. I’m still mad you gave Henry the key to my place.” I say, folding the last of my laundry.

“Oh, yeah! How did that go?” He flops on the couch, a pile of towels falling to the floor. “Oops.”

“Nothing happened. We talked. He left.” I violently refold a towel.

“Nothing happened? Like at all?” An eyebrow goes up, watching me.

“We can’t be together, Chris.”

“So, you are telling me you are still single?”

“Why?”

“Just wondering.”

“I don’t trust you,”

“As you shouldn’t. But come on, take a shower and get pretty. I made a blind date for you.”

“YOU WHAT!?” I scream, my eyes nearly popping out of my head.

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I came out of Endgame with tears in my eyes and my heart filled up to the brim with absolute seething rage.

Even as I write this now my hands shake with some sick mixture of sadness, rage, and bitter disappointment.

So I preface this by saying that I am emotionally compromised and some of my views might shift with time and distance.

But, for better or for worse, this is my first rage flushed take:

I am so disappointed and so angry that after all of the tension, all of the build, all of the time and sweat and tears, all of the loyalty, we were rewarded with this.

Endgame had its high points, I’m not saying that it didn’t. There were some genuinely funny moments and some heart rending ones as well.

Every single second Tony Stark was on screen was flawless as always. Robert Downey Jr. once again proved why he and he alone was suited for the role of Tony Stark and the task of carrying the majority of the MCU for the past 10+ years.

That’s not to say that the rest of the cast wasn’t good. All of the actors all obviously brought their A game and then some when they were allowed to by what I loosely call a script.

So yeah, there were some highs.

But when its comes to Endgame’s low points?

Its low points were subterranean.

They lowered the bar and then they dug underneath it.

Again I’m writing this basically fresh from the theater and with my emotions still high so do forgive me if this is a bit jumbled around or if I ramble a bit as I cover some of the real issues I had with the film.

So, first thing to address was the overall tone of the film.

For this to be the much glorified Endgame, the “battle of our lives”, there was, in my opinion, a distinct lack of true tension in this film. Instead of a fraught, nail biting, tension filled ride, Endgame is more of a ... brisk jog through some vaguely sticky situations.

Instead of playing the story straight and giving the situation the gravity it deserved, the narrative went out of its way to put humor that served no other purpose than to ruin what tension had been previously built. And, in my opinion, the tone of the film suffered for it.

The humor and jokes were humorous, I’m not saying they wasn’t. I genuinely laughed out loud in the moment. But I also feel that, with the majority of the comedy that was wedged into the narrative, the film suffered for it.

Now let’s move on a bit to the actual plot of the film. Again, forgive me if I bounce a bit:

Jeremy Renner was breathtakingly heartbreaking as Clint Barton. Renner was finally allowed to stretch his legs a bit in this film and he proved that, had he been given the chance, he would have given us a Clint Barton to take our breath away.

Watching with Clint as his family died helped to set what should have been the tone for the majority of the film from there on while reminding us of just what was lost and just what was at stake all at the same time.

Chris Evans brought heart to his portrayal of a Steve Rogers who seems both lighter and more weighted down in this film than ever before.

Scarlett Johansson’s Natasha finally showed more emotion than “head tilt”, “lip purse”, and “arched brow” and it was beautiful.

The brief flash of friendship and affection between Nebula and Tony was perfect and heartwarming as well. Nebula was magnificent as the “feral space cat desperately in need of softness and a friendly hand” when placed side by side with a slowly withering Tony Stark who is, even at his lowest moments, still kind to this alien cyborg he doesn’t know but to who he owes his life. They flowed together with an onscreen chemistry in their few moments side by side that felt organic and aching.

Together Tony and Nebula embodied a truly important life/plot point of “meet kindness with kindness and kindness will be your reward”.

Moving forward in time hearing Tony vent his anger and his pain and his distrust at Steve was cathartic in a lot of ways.

As was watching Tony rip the arc reactor from his chest and slap it into Steve’s hand.

In this moment Tony is handing Steve his metaphorical broken heart and leaving someone else to, for once, try and pick up the pieces.

But then, unfortunately, things go rather steeply down hill from there.

With Tony out for the count in a hospital bed the others hunt down and execute Thanos with basically a hand wave and all hope for the stones is lost.

Until deus ex rat-ina unleashes Scott Lang from the quantum realm and the logic of the film takes a sharp left turn.

Scott Lang was missing for 5 years.

To him it was 5 hours.

To which I say, why did Janet van Dyne, age during her stay in the quantum realm? If, according to the MCU canon, every year in our world was roughly only an hour for Scott Lang, then why didn’t Janet come out of the quantum realm only 30 hours older instead of 30 years?

I feel like the answer is probably “because” but yeah maybe I’m just fuzzy on my Ant Man so if I’m wrong then just ignore that bit please.

Also, just a side note, I adore how it’s been 5 years, Wakanda is very much an ally and still up and running, and yet Rhodey still don’t have working legs. But alas, racism.

Moving on.

So with the main villain dead and Tony Stark having solved time travel in his living room, because I stan legends only, we’re now subjected, and that is the very word I’d use to describe what happens next, to what is called a Time Heist.

Cute.

Also Bruce Banner and Hulk have now merged Steven Universe style despite Hulk being scared green-less 5 years ago. But that’s all good, Bruce smoked a ton of weed, they meditated, went on a cleanse or whatever.

Either way Bruce finally did that character development that everyone had been shouting at him since Avengers 2012 and accepted Hulk as part of him and they’re now Dr. Hulk which was … something that happened?

A thing that they chose to do. The direction in which they set their narrative wheels and then powered full steam ahead and plowed us right over in the process.

But yeah, Time Heist! That’s the way to go, the only way apparently.

Because going back in time to stop the Snappening isn’t an option due to reasons that are explained and still look and feel paper thin but probably just honestly boils down to “Russos”

Our intrepid heroes will now split up and surf through time Bill and Ted style to collect the Stones from different points in history.

Yay.

So the rest of the film is basically that, a big old jewel hunt through space and history where the Russos attempt to fool us into thinking their plot points are cohesive and cool by donkey punching us repeatedly in our nostalgia-sacks.

We’re treated to, in no particular order, such hits as:

“Ah 2012 and the invasion of New York only not as interesting but Tony Stark is very much an ass man, but then we been done known that.”

“The Ancient One and her still very distracting skull vein coming at you right now”

“LOKI YOU LITTLE SHIT”

“The one time I envied Scott Lang because, for a split second, he got to be inside Tony Stark”

“Let’s watch Tony Stark simultaneous take a Hulk to the face and have a small cardiac event all at the same time but from different angles”

And let us not forget

“Tee Hee Hee us white bois just had to find a way to make sure Captain America say “Hail HYDRA” but it was for “spy reasons” so weren’t we clever???????”

Yeah boys, great job.

So edgy.

(Although as a side note I do agree, Steve Roger’s ass really is America’s ass and I’d like to thank him for that. Personally.)

But then, of course, Endgame would not have been complete without:

“Steve Rogers stares longingly and creepily at Peggy Carter from behind a window, further backing up his one defining character trait in the MCU which is the inability to move on. Also she doesn’t look up at all despite being a trained spy and all around badass who probably should have noticed the 6 foot slab of American Beef staring at her from less than a foot away, dark room or no dark room.”

And then my personal favorite:

“Tony Stark sees Howard Stark, the father he described as “calculating, cold, he never told me he was proud of me, never even told me he loved me” but it’s all good cause Tony’s a dad now so looking back all he sees are the good times with his emotionally neglectful and abusive father who says there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for his unborn kid and now they awkwardly hug while I try not to scream “FOOTAGE NOT FUCKING FOUND HOWARD AND NO THAT ONE 3 MINUTE VIDEO DOESN’T COUNT YOU SHIT” at the screen and explode in pure rage.”

Joy.

Truly a scene that was necessary and fit the narrative of Howard Stark’s personality and was needed for Tony to uh get closure or grow as a man and a father or something …

It totally wasn’t yet another excuse to give a canonically abusive father screen time in a way that seems genial and sweet in an attempt to give them a bit of redemption that they neither earned nor deserve.

But yeah, whatever, moving on.

Also Rhodey remains an absolute gem and he and Nebula get shit done.

Only oops, not so fast.

Because apparently the only one who is going to run into the whole “two of you can’t exist in one place at one time without consequences�� rule is Nebula who, despite her bitchin orange stripe/badge of character development, managed to like synch up with her past self?

Because she didn’t turn her bluetooth/quantum entanglement function off I guess.

Either way Orange Stripe Nebula, O’Snebula as I call her, has accidentally air dropped all her files into OG Nebula’s mental iPhone.

So yeah now big old Past Grimace knows what’s up.

Ooops??

So shit goes down and then Past Grimace is like “you need to Trogan horse this shit, least favorite daughter” so OG Nebula does because “daddy issues”.

Dr. Hulk puts on the gauntlet and Kentucky fires his arm bringing all the people lost in the Snappening back to life now, 5 years after they got dusted.

Which is … honestly a recipe for disaster in so many ways. What about the people, like the guy in Steve’s support group, who have started to move on?

What about the people who have remarried, have built new lives?

All of that’s ruined now.

It’s fantastic all those people are alive again but jobs, housing, food, healthcare, government, all of it is back in massive disarray across the universe.

And bringing those people back does nothing to bring back the people who didn’t die in the Snappening but died from causality instead. All the deaths caused by suicides, by car/bus/train/plane/ship/etc crashes, by a lack of first responders, by the civil/world/interplanetary wars that probably raged across the universe due to entire governments disappearing?

All of those people are still dead.

The Snappening killed half of all life in the universe. Causality probably killed another good ¼ after that.

And Dr. Hulk’s Un-Snappening saves none of them.

This isn’t a true solution, it’s a shitty band-aid.

But yeah, Russos so….

Moving on.

Yadda Yadda Yadda, plot plot plot. OG Nebula goes undercover, Past Grimace ends up in the future, there’s some fighting (which was admittedly BAD ASS), shit happens, and Tony saves the day like we all knew he would.

YAY!

Despite the massive rambling up above I’m not gonna plot out the entire movie right here though a lot will probably get covered coming up because here’s where I get down and start talking about the various character arcs too.

Because what a wild fucking ride those were.

Okay to take it from the top Scott Lang’s arc was fine. Beyond my questions about the quantum realm his was clear cut and fine although I do wonder at his luck at being, apparently, the only Scott Lang in San Fran to go missing. Well either that or he was staring at some other Scott Lang’s name instead of his own and in that case “awkward”.

Bruce’s arc was … look I could have done without all of the cringy Dr. Hulk stuff that they played up for laughs. If they were gonna brush Hulk being terrified under the rug they could have found a better way to do it besides just erasing the duality between Hulk and Banner with a hand wave.

But yeah, Russos.

Carol Danvers was beautiful and magnificent and completely brushed aside. Yes she was out in the universe handling shit, yes I know they did that so they could focus on the core Avengers, etc etc etc.

But it’s a damn shame that Carol Danvers, and her glorious haircut, was reduced to being the sorely needed and totally badass cavalry and last minute ace in the hole when she should have, logically, been a part of the vanguard. Honestly I have thoughts on why Carol’s entire character should have been saved completely for the next phase of the MCU instead of introduced so late in this one but I digress.

O’Snebula was a perfect shining bionic light and I love her.

Gamora is now alive in the future but at what cost? Not that her life isn’t worth something on its own, it totally is and she deserved the loophole resurrection 10000%.

Shit’s gonna be awkward though cause she doesn’t love Quill, she doesn’t love the Guardians, doesn’t really know O’Snebula or the universe she’s been thrown into. She doesn’t have the memories or the experiences or the character growth and even if she does go back to her family she’ll never be the same person.

Now her and Quill’s relationship, if they ever have one again, will be reduced down to Quill going “you fell in love with me once you could do it again despite us no longer having the shared experiences that bonded us together”. Same can be said for the rest of the Guardians as well.

Guess we all know what the plot of GotG 3 is gonna be about.

And that brings us to the story lines that really and truly upset me.

Which is basically all the rest of them.

Natasha/Clint’s combined story-line, Thor’s everything, Steve’s … Steve, and then finally Tony.

Now the Natasha/Clint story-line started out promising.

Clint’s rage and pain was obvious, his heartbreak poignant. His decision to use all of those to cut a bloody swathe through the criminal underworld was both Dramatic(™) and understandable.

Natasha’s love and grief for him, her desperate attempts to hold onto what she has left by throwing herself into her new job, was a perfect demonstration that Natasha Romanoff is very much not a robot. She was exhausted, frayed at the edges, and she had tears in her eyes, over Clint. And then she pulled herself together, slipped her mask back on, and pushed her way forward. This was all excellent.

It was also a nice narrative callback/parallel to have Natasha be the one to go out and bring Clint in from the cold.

Natasha plays touch stone, plays stability, for Clint and for many of the others. For the first time Natasha is truly portrayed as a person all the way down to the core instead of some witty quips in a catsuit. Plus her eyebrows finally came back from the war and her hair looked good again. So there was that.

Clint and Natasha’s arc comes to a climax on Vormir as they search for the Soul Stone and Red Skull, the Nazi cockroach that he is, gives them the same spiel he gave Thanos.

To get the Soul Stone you must give up the life of the one you love the most. A soul for a soul.

Narrative wise this is consistent, we all knew this would happen as soon as they started searching for the Stones again. It was obvious.

It was also obvious that Clint was the perfect sacrifice.

He’s got nothing left, his family is dead, he’s already lost the people he loves the most, he’s spent five years being a borderline monster.

And he is also, without a doubt, the thing that Natasha loves the most.

Clint was ready and willing to go, ready to die for the blood on his hands, ready to sacrifice himself for the chance that his family would be saved.

Ready to lay down on the wire and let Natasha walk over him for the sake of everything.

Clint dying made sense, was narratively sound, and heartbreaking.

All of which are only a few of the reasons why Natasha’s death was such a goddamn betrayal.

Instead of following along with the narratively sound death of Clint Barton, an Avenger that’s been ignored for most of the films as is, the Russo brothers instead chose to fridge Natasha.

Clint dying would have been the perfect mirror to Gamora’s death.

Gamora was a daughter unwillingly sacrificed by her father to destroy half of all life in the universe.

Clint would have been a father willingly sacrificed by a friend to save half of all life in the universe, his own sons and daughter included.

But no, we didn’t get that, instead we got a gratuitous scene of Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow, splayed angel like and bloody on the rocks below.

Instead they fridged the Black Widow, the only woman of the original Big Six, because they couldn’t bring themselves to fridge a man.

So Clint gets the Soul Stone.

Such a fitting end for the Black Widow right? Dying in a man’s place, mourned on screen by a circle of men, but ultimately set aside rather quickly.

I understand why Natasha wanted to be the one to go, I understand that she didn’t want Clint’s family to lose their husband/father and that her true family was the Avengers. I get that. It doesn’t mean I enjoy or agree with the decision they made any more.

It doesn’t make me any less tired of watching female characters die for the sake of men and their families.

Natasha Romanoff sacrificed herself for the universe and her family and that deserves respect even if I absolutely hate it as a narrative choice.

Oh and what about the absolute NERVE of the Russos to have that awesome Lady Power Battle Strut happen but only after they killed Natasha, one of the Big Six?

Bitter? Me? Nooo.

Now, moving on to Thor.

Thor.

Oh my actual God, Thor.

The levels of disrespect Thor, Chris Hemsworth, and the fans were shown with this character arc/story-line in Endgame is breathtaking.

The absolute, shameless disrespect.

They turned Thor into a cowardly, drunken slob who has spent the last 5 years ignoring his responsibilities to what’s left of his people and instead has spent his time drinking, sulking, and literally yelling at kids over PSN??

Endgame’s Thor has the bullshit reasoning that he needs to stop trying to be who he thinks he should be and instead be who he is.

Which flies completely in the face of literally all of his character development from Thor all the way to Thor 3 and then Infinity War.

The entirety of Thor 3 was Thor’s hero’s journey culminating in him finally being the king he was always meant to be. Finally maturing and stepping forward to lead his people.

I am supposed to believe that Thor, depressed and guilty or not for not killing Thanos when he had the chance the first time, just abandoned his people like that?

I’m supposed to believe that Thor would piss all over everything the majority of his family and friends died for?

I’m supposed to believe that Heimdall, Loki, countless soldiers, and The Warrior’s Three and Lady Sif (I guess), all died to protect Asgard, died for the people and for Thor, and Thor just what? Turns his back on all of that to become a drunk?

No, Thor wouldn’t do that. Thor should have been down there beside Valkyrie working those fishing vessels when Bruce and Rocket came calling. If Thor had any hesitance to join them it should have been, “I can’t abandon my people, I am needed here.” He should have been fiercely guarding the tiny fraction of Asgard that’s left.

Thor’s depression and guilt was valid. Don’t mistake me on that. But they played it for jokes. They made him a caricature of depression, made him “gross” and incompetent and the butt of the jokes, and in the process diminished what should have been a painful and poignant arc for Thor.

Instead we got Big Lebowski Thor, bathrobe included, who does stand up and fight yes but, in the end, gives up his crown and just fucks off to space to have petty pissing competitions with Peter Quill so he can?? find himself?? despite finding himself in Ragnarok already???

Thor’s entire arc in Endgame was shallow, mishandled, and disrespectful to the character, to Chris Hemsworth, and to the fans.

You, we, he, all deserved better than this.

Now we get to Steve.

Steve Rogers, Captain America himself.

I’ve had a lot of salt about Steve’s character and actions in the MCU but, all of that aside, he deserved so much more than what the Russo’s did to him in Endgame.

Hell he’s deserved so much more than what’s been done to him since post-CA:TFA.

But this is about Endgame specifically soooo….

Steve’s shown leading a support group in the beginning of Endgame, is shown talking about moving on and moving forward and learning to let go. Which is wonderful. It sounds like the exact character development we’ve all been waiting for for Steve.

Which is, of course, the exact moment when Steve goes “nah just kidding, we don’t ever move on”.

Which, given the circumstances, is pretty fair. If Steve was only thinking/talking about Thanos and the events of Infinity War.

But of course he wasn’t.

CA:CW should have been the end of the Peggy Carter saga for Steve. He mourned her, he was finally moving forward, he’d kissed Sharon, he threw everything away to save Bucky, he gave up his shield, etc etc.

But no. Endgame finds him right back there, clutching that goddamn compass, and making moon eyes at a woman who we all thought went on and lived a life without him, got married, had kids, and generally existed outside of Steve Rogers.

But no. The Russo’s had to take that away from us too.

And yes yes I know I know multiverse or whatever but still.

Steve steamrolls his way through Endgame with skill and determination. He picks up Thor’s hammer, finally worthy, which how??? Why??? (perhaps because he’s no longer keeping secrets??? Or maybe that’s just my salt talking? Who knows? Not me?)

And then he fights Thanos head to head.

(Although him wielding the hammer brought up an entire separate set of issues cause I’m pretty sure Mjolnir doesn’t actually summon lightning. Ragnarok pretty much said that the lightning has always been within Thor. Mjolnir was just a control accessory. But, you know, Russos *jazzhands*)

And then, in the end, he insists on returning the Stones on his own.

Only he doesn’t come back like he was supposed to.

Instead we’re given old Steve Rogers.

Because Steve returned the Stones and then ….went and found Peggy Carter and got married and lived an entire life with her ignoring everything he would have known was going to happen to her and around the both of them or something???

Or maybe not if the multiverse thing holds up but then who knows any more???

But then how did Old Steve end up right there by that lake on that day at that right time if he’s technically from a different multiverse???

Either way Sam gets his shield and the mantle of Captain America, which was fantastic, and Bucky more than likely knew Steve’s plan all along but the best read I really got on him was basically “eh” so he might well have been happy for Steve too.

But still, instead of finally achieving peace and continuing to learn to live in the future with Bucky and Sam and the remnants of the Avengers, his family and the life he’s built there over the past years, instead of putting the shield down because he’s learned to let go in the now, Steve only puts the shield down because he chooses the past.

He chooses the past over all of that and all of the people left who love him. Sure the argument could be said that he knew they’d be alright but still.

There is a deep well of dissatisfaction inside of me as to how Steve’s entire ending arc was handled. Why did peace only come to Steve after Tony and Natasha were both dead and then was only found in the past?

No disrespect to Peggy Carter, I adore her, but were the relationships he had in the future worth so little that the past was the only place he could find happiness? A past with a woman that he knows loved him but still moved on and found happiness outside of him, lived a full and happy life without him?

Steve didn’t get a character arc so much as he got a character circle. A character loop. He went right back to where he started.

Endgame erases all of the character development Steve underwent post-Avengers. Just brushes it all under the rug.

The Russo’s stole the character development Steve Rogers spent a decade undergoing to give him their version of a happy ending.

They robbed him and us both of every bit of growth and forward motion Steve has underwent and I will never forgive them for that.

And now we get to Tony Stark.

Anthony Edward Stark.

The Iron Man.

Tony’s arc is, was, the longest and best developed arc in the entirety of the MCU.

It’s spanned 10+ years and has been nurtured and hand fed by Robert Downey Jr.

If Endgame got one thing right, one thing at all, it’s how they handled the majority of Tony’s arc.

From him laying the smack down on Steve once he was home, finally venting his emotions and his anger, all the way to him solving time travel before tucking his kid into bed, and then building an Infinity Gauntlet on his own even though Thanos committed genocide to get the one he had.

Tony Stark’s arc was glorious and expected and sad.

I think that my one almost complaint is that Tony stopped for 5 years. On one hand he deserved the rest, deserved the chance to find happiness. He was hurt and tired and he’d faced his demons and been left bleeding out with the death of half the universe weighing on his shoulders.

He deserved to just stop for a while.

On the other hand stopping is not something Tony has ever been good at, just like Pepper said. A part of me thought Tony would be working, frantically, to find something, anything, to turn back the hands of time. To track Thanos down. To get the Stones and then to get everything else back.

To get Peter and all of the others back.

But that’s not the route they went and I’m … okay? I guess, with that.

Tony was validated and vindicated and everyone would have finally listened to him. It only took the death of half of the universe to do it. But he was too tired, too hurt and untrusting to keep pushing. I can respect that.

But of course once an idea worms its way inside Tony can’t let it go. So he solves time travel on the fly and sets out to save the world.

Again.

His one stipulation is that he will do anything, everything, he has to in order to keep what he has now. His wife Pepper and Morgan, his sweet little daughter.

So of course he doesn’t get to do that either.

After all of the blood, sweat, suffering, and mental illnesses, Tony doesn’t get his happy ending. Not really.

He gets to rest, yes, but he loses out on everything he wanted to do with his kid. In the process of saving the universe he becomes the one thing he never wanted to be for Morgan, a distant father.

A face on a screen, stories, memories other people have.

No matter how many holograms or inventions or whatever Tony left to Morgan, it’ll never replace him.

Morgan got 5 years with her father. She’ll spend the rest of her life hearing stories about him, about how much of a hero he was. And hopefully, with Pepper and all the others behind her, Tony will remain a hero to her and will not, instead, become her version of Captain America. An untouchable symbol that Morgan will never live up to.

So, in the end, Tony sacrifices once again.

Watches the future he wanted crumble to dust in his fingers, lightning scorching him from the inside out as infinity rips him apart.

And he dies there, surrounded by some of the people who love him best.

His best friend.

His wife.

The son he almost had.

And, despite all of that, it is very very fitting that his death was at his own hands.

Thanos could take out half the universe, he could traverse time and space, he could humble Thor, terrorize the Hulk, rip Steve Roger’s up, survive shield and hammer and so much more, but the one thing he couldn’t do?

He couldn’t kill Tony Stark.

The only thing that could kill Iron Man, could kill Tony Stark, was his own heart.

Tony Stark takes the Infinity Stones in hand knowing how this is going to end, knowing that Stephen Strange set him on this path years ago.

Because didn’t Strange warn him? Didn’t Strange tell him outright “I’ll let the kid and you both die to protect the Time Stone”?

Tony just never expected it to take a few hours and then 5 more years for Strange’s promise to finally be fulfilled.

So Tony does it knowing that after everything he’s been through, all of the pain and the suffering and the battles, it was only enough to have earned 5 years of happiness, 5 years of his dream.

5 years of being the father he always swore he’d be.

Tony Stark takes the Infinity Stones and dies for the entire universe, for his family, for his daughter. Dies knowing that he’ll be doing the one thing he didn’t want to do, swore he would never do.

Leaving them behind.

Tony Stark brings us full circle as he stands as both equal and mirror of Thanos once again.

Man to Titan. Good Father to Bad Father. Life to Death.

Tony Stark picks up the weight of the universe and then he dies making sure that it has a future free from the same fear that has haunted him for a decade.

A warm light for all mankind, sent to sleep, to rest, knowing that finally everything will be okay.

And all he had to do was die for it.

So, I’ll close this out saying this:

This was written in one solid push after my first viewing and Endgame was dissatisfying for me as you might have guessed. I am disappointed and angry at so much they chose to do to end out this iconic decade of cinema and to close out these character’s arcs.

There were a lot of points and little details I didn’t get to cover in this and perhaps a lot of points you might not agree with me on.

That’s okay.

Because, no matter what, there is one thing I know for sure.

We, I, will always have Tony Stark and the lessons he taught me. The pain he endured and shared with all of us. The bravery and strength he inspired in so many of us as we watched him struggle with physical and mental illnesses on screen. As we watched him obsess and stress and love and grow.

I have never loved a character more than I love Tony Stark.

I have never been impacted by a character as much as I have been by Tony Stark.

I’m not sure if I ever will again.

So, Tony Stark is Iron Man.

He always will be.

And he saved more than just some fictional universe.

He saved a lot of us along the way too.

And we’ll always love him for that.

#MCU wank #Avengers Endgame #avengers 4 #Avengers #Endgame #A:4

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danwhobrowses · 5 years ago

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My Main Takes from Wrestlemania 36 Night 2

So the Quarantined Wrestlemania is in the Books and the show had its ups and downs, card changes and empty arenas, but here’s what I took from watching day 2, day one can be found here

Spoilers for Wrestlemania 36 Day 2 and mentions of Day 1

Liv/Natalya was alright, Nattie had a lot of control but the dialogue was pretty good at telling the story, Liv really sells panic screaming as well

While it was a great match, URGH. Why? Charlotte does not need that win

It just racks my brain how the fem favourite of Vince has to keep getting these accolades, she was already the first woman to hold the rebooted women’s title, to have an undefeated PPV reign, to be in the first women’s HIAC, Falls Count Anywhere, TLC, TLC Tag and WM NXT Title match, she has won everything but the WMITB and she beat Asuka’s streak, so she didn’t need it! Rhea could’ve and should’ve gotten so much more outta this, she beat Shayna who tore through most of the Raw Women’s Roster, she’s beaten some hard hitters already and now those women aren’t gonna have much chance against the golden Charlotte Flair, it’s just another poster she can put herself on and extra footage for her HOF video. There also goes Io Shirai’s hopes of winning the NXT Women’s Title I bet

I still feel bad for Black, he wins a feud against Buddy and what? A throwaway match with Lashley between squashes?

Otis/Ziggler wasn’t about the match it was about the Mandy/Otis moment, and I’m glad this one had a good payoff

Edge/Orton was really good, real creative spots and good dialogue exchange. Edge having to struggle on his feet every time was good babyface work which could’ve used the crowd, but there was a lot of story here...but it did go 10 minutes too long

Oh yeah...don’t really care for the 24/7 title anymore, they kinda ruined the fun of it anyway now it’s just something to throw at Gronk

Despite being the stronger card, Night 2 did have a fair few ‘Match for the sake of Matches’ on the card, the tag title one being such a match. It was an okay tag match but we all knew that Garza and Theory weren’t winning, they’re only there to fill gaps before going back to NXT

If Bianca Belair however is getting a main roster call it’s deserved, though probably not as a platform for her vs Zelina, she could win the Women’s title too

Titus filling in for Gronk makes you wonder why Gronk was just the main host? Could’ve just had many superstars be hosts

Gotta give a plus for Bayley responding to Cole’s commentary, the ‘no we didn’t’ was great

I admit that Lacey Evans has improved a lot over the year, but she should not have been the final competitor in the match, Naomi did a lot more for the match and we’ve recently seen too much of Lacey vs Bayley

To follow my Day 1 mention of how Becky/Shayna deserved more time, after the SD Title Women’s Match Day 2 had around the same combined match length as Day 1, and had 2 more matches to go, so they could’ve found the time.

Firefly Funhouse Match was creative slapstick brilliance that worked to be a showreel of Cena’s career as well, we got Prototype Cena and the Smackdown Fist! Oh lord and the Bellas theme dig! This was just brilliant use of nostalgia, fourth wall breaks and wrestling silliness. John and Bray looked like they were having so much fun as well. The Blip out of Existence for John was a tad weird but that’s really the only down, kinda mixed on the NWO stuff. For me it was more entertaining than the Boneyard match.

Prophecy Fulfilled. Shame it wasn’t in front of a crowd and Drew couldn’t get the full epic entrance, also we really should not be making Mania World Title matches just Finisher spams, you really need to review how NJPW does pace if you’re gonna use finishers more than 3 times, but order restored again...keep Brock from the title pictures now]

Night 2 was better than Night 1, but that did feel by design. Night 2 had more emotionally invested matches and filler that didn’t involve charisma vacuums, it also gave its matches more time (some more than they needed, but Night 1 could’ve had matches with more time). For all the circumstances that befell the meh build of many matches the 2-day mania was still fairly successful and maybe it will open the door to more stuff that were positives out of the night

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storiesforallfandoms · 5 years ago

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73 questions tag

I was tagged by @machine-gun-casie

I’m not gonna tag anyone but feel free to do this if you want to!

On a scale of 1-10, how excited are you about life right now?

Probably like a 5, I’m excited for the future but not excited about still beign in quarantine

Describe yourself in a hashtag

#overit

If you could do a love scene with anyone, who would it be?

Henry Cavill, Taron Egerton, Richard Madden, Colson Baker, Evan Peters, the list goes on

If your life was a musical, what would the marquee say?

I’m such a bad theater kid right now cause I don’t know/can’t remember what a marquee is

What’s one thing people don’t know about you?

There’s a lot people don’t know about me on here, in real life I’m basically an open book. But if I had to choose one fun fact about myself to put on the Internet I think it’d be this: I own 137 books and I’ve read 103 of them, but the number of books I’ve read in total my whole life is at least double that because I’ve been a massive bookworm for so long

What’s your wakeup ritual?

Wake up whenever my body is done sleeping (this quarantine got me fucked up), answer any texts I received while asleep and check to see what’s going on in the world, get up and get dressed, get breakfast, brush teeth, use Lush lip scrub (my lips are shitty from lip biting as a kid and the lip scrubs help so much), go on about my day

What’s your go to bed ritual?

Put on pajamas, brush teeth and do lip scrub again, read for an hour or so or play some games on my phone, go to sleep

What’s your favorite time of day?

Noon. I don’t know why, it just is

Your go to for having a good laugh?

YouTube videos, usually Vlog Squad or Shane Dawson videos

Dream country to visit?

Somewhere in Europe honestly. I don’t really care where

What’s the biggest surprise you’ve had?

My best friend bought me Jeffree Star Cosmetics for Christmas this year and I legitametly screamed when she gave it to me

Heels or flats/sneakers?

Sneakers, my converse hightops to be specific

Vintage or new?

Vintage

Who do you want to write your obituary?

I honestly don’t know. I don’t like thinking about that stuff

Style Icon?

Don’t really have one

What are three things you can’t live without?

If we’re talking materialistic things I’d say my phone, my books, and my laptop (wanted to say a pen and notebooks for writing but that’s too so I’ll write on my laptop). If we’re not I’ll say my friends, family, and my dog

What’s one ingredient you put in everything?

I only really bake so I guess like flour? XD

What 3 people living or dead would you like to make dinner for?

Ariana Grande (cause I’m in love with her), Machine Gun Kelly (cause I’m in love with him), and Eminem (because he’s my idol, but also that would be some drama between him and MGK and I live for that shit)

What’s your biggest fear in life?

Not living my life to the fullest

Window or aisle seat?

Window

What’s your current TV obsession?

Peaky Blinders and American Horror Story

Favourite app?

Tumblr, but tiktok is a close second

Secret talent?

I don’t think I have a secret one. I’m very open with the talents I have XD

Most adventurous thing you’ve done in your life?

Probably ziplining

How would you definite yourself in three words?

Creative, caring, nerd

Favourite piece of clothing you own?

I have these baggy pair of “mom jeans” and I’m so in love with them

Must have clothing item that everyone should have?

Something baggy. Baggy clothes are just so comfy I can’t even explain it

Superpower you would want?

Speed so I could go places and do things faster

What’s inspiring you in life right now?

Honestly everything inspires me. Like one minute I could be watching TV or talking to friends or something and next minute I have inspiration to write something

Best piece of advice you’ve received?

Don’t let people get away with treating you like dirt. It doesn’t matter if their friends, family, your significant other, whatever. You do not deserve someone who isn’t going to treat you right

Best advide you’d give your teenage self?

Honestly the same advice as above and I’d add: Don’t be afraid to leave your toxic friendships. You’ll find better people, but you have to leave the toxic ones first

A book that everyone should read?

Room, my favourite book of all time

What would you like to be remembered for?

For being a nice person

How do you define beauty?

Happiness is beauty. When you’re happy, like genuinely happy, you just light up and people can tell that you’re happy and I don’t know it’s just beautiful to me

What do you love most about your body?

My eyes and my lips. I think they’re my best features

Best way to take a rest/decompress?

Watch some funny videos or a funny show and lie back and just relax. Alternatively, if you’re in a relationship, I find cuddling or even just being in the presence of that person decompresses me

Favorite place to view art?

The local museum where I live. Within the past year or so they’ve expanded their art gallery section and it goes up two floors, it’s so beautiful

If your life were a song, what would the title be?

Stressed Out (by twenty one pilots)

If you could master one instrument, what would it be?

Guitar. I’ve always wanted to play. I was in lessons but for some reason I didn’t play as often when I stopped going and eventually just wasn’t good at all anymore

If you had a tattoo, where would it be?

I already have one on my forearm, but the next one I want to get is going on my back up around my shoulder (it’s gonna be a family tattoo)

Dolphins or koalas?

Dolphins

What’s your spirit animal?

For some reason the first answer that popped in my head was a butterfly so we’ll go with that

Best gift you’ve ever received?

The Jeffree Star Cosmetics makeup is up there but Christmas past my boyfriend got me a promise ring and it’s honestly the best thing I’ve ever gotten in my life

Best gift you’ve ever given?

When my boyfriend first started dating I promposed through a Christmas gift and it’s still my favourite gift that I’ve ever given him

What’s your favorite board game?

The Game of Life

What’s your favorite color?

Purple

Lease favorite color?

Green

Diamonds or pearls?

Diamonds

Drugstore makeup or designer?

Both

Blow-dry or air-dry?

Blow dry when I’m in a hurry but air dry when I have time

Pilates or yoga?

Yoga

Coffee or tea?

Neither, I’m a hot chocolate person

What’s the weirdest word in the English language?

I don’t have an answer for this one...hmmm...

Dark chocolate or milk chocolate?

Dark

Stairs or elevator?

Depends on how many stairs

Summer or winter?

Summer

You are stuck on an island, you can pick one food to eat forever without getting tired of it, what would you eat?

Chicken nuggets. I’ve basically lived off of them since I was a child

A dessert you don’t like?

Cheesecake

A skill you’re working on mastering?

None as of right now really

Best thing to happen to you today?

I might have an apartment (fingers crossed)

Best compliment you’ve ever received?

“I thought you were the cutest even after knowing you for seconds”

Favorite smell?

Vanilla

Hugs or kisses?

Kisses

If you made a documentary, what would it be about?

A conspiracy theory documentary

Last piece of content you consumed that made you cry?

I re-watched David Dobrik’s vlog where he gave his friend Heath his dream car and Heath’s reaction makes me cry every time

Lipstick or lip gloss?

Lipstick

Sweet or savoury?

Sweet

Girl crush?

Ariana Grande, Ruby Rose, Karen Gillan, Cara Delevingne

How you know you’re in love?

I can’t explain it. I just know that I am

Song you can listen to on repeat?

Candy by MGK

If you could switch lives with someone for a day who would it be?

My dog so I could sleep all the time and wake up only to eat and go outdoors

What are you most excited about at this time in your life?

To get out of quarantine

#tags #questions #tumblr games

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queeniewritesce · 6 years ago

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Have a Magical Day 1/?

Pairing: Chris Evans x You, Chris Evans x OFC

Summary: A deserved break from work with your best friend turns your life upside when you meet the Evans Family while at Disney World. Follow along as Belle and Chris get to know each other over 10 days at the Most Magical Place on Earth™. Will they have a fairytale happy ending or is this just a vacation fling?

Warnings: Disney Rides Spoilers?, Mild Swearing, Chris Evans is a big kid, Fluff, Eventual Smut, long ass descriptions of rides, I don’t know how to write without turning it into a 10K fic, sorry ‘bout that

“Well, maybe next time we ‘Drink Around the World’ you’ll listen to me. I told you we should’ve eaten a pretzel in Germany or Fish and Chips at England.”

This was supposed to be your first night at Epcot and now your best friend was drunk and looking like hell warmed over.

“Bitch don’t talk food to me damnit, I’m so close to throwing up.” He leaned back into the bench and pinched his eyes. ‘Look, I’m sorry alright, I know it’s tradition, but Illuminations will have to wait till next week. I’m walking back to the Boardwalk, the fresh air might help, you stay and enjoy Extra Magic Hours.”

You sighed and asked if he was sure he’d make back to the hotel and he waved you off, saying it’s like walking backing home, which was true, you ever only stayed at The Boardwalk Villas as that was your DVC resort.

“OK, I’m skipping the firework and going back to Future World, Test Track was down all afternoon and I just looked at the app and it’s back on.” You kissed his cheek and he knew he was a bit better when he exclaimed ‘ewww girl slob’ at you, pulling a face.

You left him by International Gateway and started to your left when you heard someone behind you.

“Excuse me miss, you said Test Track was back on?” a sharp voice asked.

Turning around you saw a group of about 10 people, adults and a couple of kids plus a stroller. The voice belonged to one of the three males, he was tall, had on a character black shirt and had a NASA baseball cap pulled down low on his head.

“Yes? I just checked the app two minutes ago.” You pulled your phone from your shell cross body purse, opened the app again and confirmed it’s on. “Are you guys on site? Extra Magic Hour is on till 11 pm.”

“We are! We arrived this afternoon and didn’t look at the time schedule yet, thanks!” A short brunette answered you.

“No problem, you guys have a magical day.” You groaned when your cast member training kicked in.

Waving, you start to walk but could hear them talking and when you looked back the guy who had first talked to you, a shorter blond guy and the brunette girl had broken from the group and were now a few paces behind you.

You knew him from somewhere, didn’t you? When your mind couldn’t provide the answer, you shrugged.

You made your way through England and Canada, people watching as you went. People were lining up near the lagoon to watch Illuminations but seeing it alone wasn’t the same and you continued your way. You debated whether or not to stop at Starbucks and 15 minutes later you’re happily sipping on your Iced Caramel Macchiato while walking the corridors of Mouse Gear on a brisk pace.

You were checking your Twitter feed, head down and immersed on your phone when you walked into a wall. Because that what felt like right, who on earth was that hard?

“Ughh,” looking up you saw the same man from before, hat even lower now. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry”.

You both said it at the same time, while you put your phone away.

“No, no, I was on my phone and didn’t see you there. You’re okay?”

You were near one of the least used exits of the store, and for a moment you thought that he as hiding. You quickly put that thought away, why would someone hide inside Mouse Gear anyways?

“No, I’m the one who’s sorry, I was… some people saw…” he scrunched his nose, rubbing his eyes with both hands.

“Don’t sweat it, crowds can be a bitch sometimes.” You had seen your fair share of people having panic attacks, anyone could have them. “I’m glad I didn’t pour my drink all over you. Sorry again.”

Just when you turned to leave you saw his companions looking around and making their way over.

“Hey Ch…” the blond stopped when he saw you. He looked at you a little suspicious. “Hey.”

“Hi again! I’m glad you’re here, your friend’s not really doing well, but he does a nice wall cosplay!”

“She’s cool man, I wasn’t looking where I was going, and we collided. She’s been keeping me company while my panic attack goes away.” He looked funny when he said panic attack but you let it go. He turned to you, “Meet my brother and my sister, Scott and Shanna. I’m… Chris.”

Oh. OH.

“Nice to meet you all, I’m Belle.” You’re prepared for the reactions that followed because let’s face it, that was just too much of a coincidence.

“Like the princess?

“No, you’re not!”

“It suits you.”

The last one came from Chris. That wasn’t new but wasn’t a norm either. You choose to ignore the blush rising on your neck and turned to the others.

“It’s Isobel... But Belle is easier. It was nice meeting you guys, see you around.”

You had the feeling the Scott Evans wasn’t overly fond of you, so you made yourself scarce. You heard someone calling for you to wait, but you’re already halfway through the door.

Captain freaking America. Talk about timing.

You heard the last booms signaling Illuminations was over and hurried to Test Track before the throng of people descended from World Showcase.

The few day guests are still in line, but you went through the single rider line and was quickly seated. Although you loved the thrill the ride offered, they placed you on your least favorite seat, so you made your way back to the front entrance and got into the normal line, scanning your Magic Band to show you’re staying at one of the Disney hotels and could ride during the extra time.

Making your way through the queue you got to the designing room and was excited to design a cool car. You had just started when someone cleared their throat behind you.

“And we meet again!” Chris and his brothers were standing at the same station as you. “I guess we have to share our car making skills.”

“Hurry up, we only have one minute and a half left.” Captain freaking America or not, no one messed your mojo when it was time to design your Test Track model car.

Turning back to the screen you tried to pick the shape of your car, laughing when Chris tried to turn it to a sports car but coming up with a beetle-like car. You argued about the color and accessories, pushing each other from the control panel and when the countdown reached zero, you had a bit of a Frankenstein car in front of you.

“It’s… cute?” you laughed when the green stripped car turned around the screen. Not your best work for sure, but you’d had a good time.

“It’s something alright, but cute it ain’t.”

You both laughed and Chris scanned his magic band to lock the car to your group and the doors opened to the final part of the queue.

“After you, Mademoiselle,” you laughed when he sang the first few lines of Be Our Guest when you did a little curtsy.

Scott was right behind you in line and he holds your elbow when the queue stopped moving.

“Sorry about earlier, I’m kinda protective about my brother.”

“It’s all good really. Water, bridges and all that.” you reserved judgment on the younger man, understanding his need to protect his family’s privacy. “You said you arrived today?”

“Yeah, unpacked and came straight to EPCOT, had dinner at Le Cellier,” Shanna said from somewhere behind Chris. She was a tiny thing when compared with her muscled big brother. “We’re heading back but heard you talking to your friend about Test Track and here we are!”

“Yeah, it’s down most of the day, we arrived around noon and every time I searched the wait times Test Track was unavailable. I’m glad they got it back together for EMH.”

“What about you Belle? It’s not your last day or anything is it?” Well, that was… interesting? Chris seemed eager somehow and on the back of your mind you chucked it for anxiety. Hadn’t you read somewhere he had anxiety? “Your friend seemed upset when he said you’d miss Illuminations.”

The queue moved and you could see the cars on the loading dock.

“It’s our little tradition, Corey and I came up with it like 10 years ago. We have to watch a fireworks show on our first park day. But he overdid it during the afternoon, especially because we were already a little drunk from Jelly Rolls last night.” They were next in line now. “How do you wanna play this?”

“First row!” You jumped when both Scott and Shanna screamed.

“Any place is fine really,” Chris said.

“Well, I’ a firm believer in the back row, right side, so you can have the left.” You looked around and saw that the single rider line was now closed. “With the number of people here, I don’t think they’re gonna force single riders on us.”

The cast member manning the loading area asked you how many but it was Scott who answered. A girl pointed you to the last loading station, the cars pulling up as you walked.

“You went to Jelly Rolls last night?” Chris asked, a hand out to help you enter the ride.

“Thank you. Yes, we arrived yesterday and mostly hanged on the Boardwalk. Saw some magic shows and had a way later night than we’d planned. But Jelly Rolls was awesome, I love the place and the sangria was so good.”

Chris nodded, sitting down and sprawling his long legs. “We love the place, there’s just something about live karaoke with a band, people are either really good or really fucking bad, it’s fun either way!”

The four of you snapped on your seat belts while you talked, and the car launched to the checkpoint. The girl making the checks must’ve been either new or slacking because she never asked Chris to remove his hat.

The car launched again, the usual spiel starting and then you’re off, speeding on the make-believe vehicle safety test drive. A particular turn had you moving on your seat so bad a hand shot out to hold you in place, landing on your knee and staying there. The fastest part of the ride arrived and everyone screamed, the wind outside making you tear up a little. Chris almost lost his hat and you made a mental note to send a memo to the ride’s crew leader.

Then it was over. The car made its way to the unloading dock while you clapped and then you’re cleared to open your seatbelts.

“Well, now we know why they put six people in the car, I was afraid you’d fly out of your seat when we hit 85 mph.” Chris again helped you out the car.

Gosh, that was fun, wasn’t it? You smiled at him waiting for Scott who had his seatbelt stuck somehow. Then an idea struck you.

“You guys wanna go again?” you took a chance because you’re having fun and damnit, he might be Captain freaking America but he was also cute as hell with that thick beard, plump lips and blue eyes, and if you could prolong this just one ride more, well, why not?

“Won’t we lose too much time going around front again? Looks like there are quite a few people in line behind us.” Chris looked at you and you could see the cogs turning inside his head, a frown forming. Maybe he thought he’d use his status to get another ride? You scoffed. As if.

“Nah, I got connections man.” You grinned at him and went to the guy you knew was the person in charge. Patrick laughed and hugged you with one arm, claiming you need to catch up before calling on his radio and them directed you again to the last dock.

“Thanks, Patrick, I owe you one” you bumped fists before the car moved forward.

This time when the car moved to the checkpoint a young man asked Chris to remove his hat. He did it with a sigh, fingers trying to tame the hair back in place and you had to struggle a giggle when the other guy working on the checkpoint squeaked.

You kept on a detached face and send a smile his way. The man was here to have fun, the best you could do was not bring attention to who he was. Besides, you were really enjoying his laid back attitude. He could’ve used a guide or gone through backstage, but here he was, waiting for his time in the queue like everyone else and you’re the one actually using your job to get what you wanted.

Chris once again helped you out and you were tempted to run your fingers through Chris’ hair, the wind had played havoc with the locks.

“This is the best ride ever, my favorite by far.” Shanna skipped ahead to see the automated picture and scan her Magic Band to move it to their Disney account.

You walked behind with Chris and Scott and it took you a few seconds to realize you still were holding hands with Chris. You raised an eyebrow at him but he just shrugged, a smile on his lips.

“Mine is definitely the whole Avatar area and of course Flight of Passage,” Scott said and then also raised an eyebrow at Chris but he got a friendly tap to the head when tried to actually point it out.

“Nah, it’s the classics, the best will always be Space Mountain.” He took the NASA cap off again, turning it backward when the three of you got outside and he did it all without letting go of your hand. Impressive fella, wasn’t he?

“Sorry to burst your bubble but Space Mountain sucks, at least here in Florida. My knees hurt just thinking about it.” You faked a shudder, also making a face for good measure.

“Oh, them be fighting words!” Chris tickled your side making you squirm and laugh.

Shanna reappeared a few seconds later, asking where to next.

You’re having way too much fun but didn’t want to intrude and started to say goodbye when both Shanna and Chris protested.

“No, no, come with us, you don’t need to hang out alone, what’s the fun in that?” Chris was right by your side when you turned to leave. He cocked his head to the side, beckoning you back to him.

“Are you sure you don’t mind? I don’t want to impose or anything.”

“Believe me when I say I don’t do anything I don’t want to. Come on.” His little hand wave calling you to him was enough to give you butterflies in your belly as you took his hand, lacing your fingers together.

“Again I ask, where to?” Shanna pulled free the sweater she had tied around her waist and put it on and you realized that the early December night was indeed a bit chilly but you didn’t have a sweater and Mouse Gears was closed during the extended hours.

“Anyone up for Mission: Space?” Chris wasn’t looking at anyone when he asked but rummaging around the left pocket of his long shorts. With a little ‘aha’ he found what he was looking for and before straightening up now wearing a pair of prescription glasses.

Your uterus may or may not have imploded at the sight, but you’d never tell.

Clearing your throat, you shook your head.

“You guys go ahead, if I set foot inside one of those enclosed capsules after 11 drinks in three hours, I’ll make the girl in The Exorcist look like she just burped a little.”

Scott guffawed, doubling over, hands on his knees. “Oh, that was fun! Ok, girlie, you’re an okay person, I give whatever this is my blessing!” He moved your hand between you and Chris.

“For fuck’s sake Scott!” Chris groaned, his free hand slapping his forehead.

“Why thank you messier, merci beaucoup.” You took off an imaginary hat to him and he returned the gesture chuckling.

“Don’t go getting your tighty whities in a bunch brother,” Scott grabbed Shanna by the arm and brought her closer to him. “$50 bucks for your sweater, Shanna.”

“No Scott, next time you listen to Mom. I say no to Mission Space, yes to Nemo.” She said looking at Chris.

“Mine.” Scott pulled at her sweater.

“Are they always like this?” you stage whispered to Chris.

“Sometimes I say they’re distant cousins, but the fucker looks way too much like me for that to stick.” He laughed when following Scott and Shanna with his eyes, his brother was running after Shanna screaming ‘mine, mine, mine’ Shanna was doing a great job evading Scott till he faked left and grabbed her by the arm when she tried to go right. “Children!”

“You playing a hot dad next? Might need a few tips from Pratt for that.” The hand that smacked Scott upside the head was Shanna’s. “Watch the hair woman.”

“Just how much sugar have you guys had so far?” You could barely keep up with them, but they were fun to be around. Like oversized retriever puppies. Times a million or something.

“Not enough Miss Connections, but I’ll have the tea anyway.” Scott fell into step next to you as you walked by Fountain of Nations.

“You speak gay? Are you and my friend Corey cut from the same cloth my dear Scott?” you ask and he laughs next to you.

“Sparkly lumberjack? Hell yes. Now come on, gimme, I hate cold tea.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about and I don’t think I want to know.” Chris shook his head. What a sweet beautiful Labrador, you just wanted to eat him up with a spoon.

“He wants to know what’s my job with Disney.”

“Oh, in that case, I wanna know too. What gives?”

“I’m one of the four VPs for Media and Public Relations.” You proudly say. You had worked hard for that job, starting as rider operator way back then, putting yourself through college while working long hours under the hot Floridian sun.

“Oh, fancy. I thought you worked here, you seen to know everyone.” Scott commented.

“I worked here for 15 years. Ride operator, character handler, parade dancer…” she lowered her voice, “I was also friends with my namesake and Snow White for two years as well.”

“You’re friends with Belle? Oh, OH!” Chris’ eyes widened. “You’ve played the princesses.”

“Never, ever say that.” You looked around. “You say Marvel has snipers but so does Disney! All princess and characters are real; we just get to be friends with them. Know what I mean?”

“Sorry! I consider myself pretty versed in Disney speak but I never heard that one before.”

“Yeah, manly cast members know that one.” You agreed. “After I graduated I worked my way up to Media Relations here in Orlando and two years ago I finally got my dream job, and I’ve been in Los Angeles since then. I work with promotions, social media, and influencers. It’s a pretty sweet job.”

“Need an assistant?” Shanna asked as you entered the line for Nemo. “That sounds pretty rad!”

“Do you have any experience in PR?”

You separated into two groups when the cast member asked ‘how many’, Chris and Scott, you and Shanna. You entered your shell with the brunette still talking about a possible job and what she’d need to get it.

On the other shell, Chris looked confused.

“Did she just ditched me?” He asked his brother dumbfounded.

Scott laughed and shook his head.

“Oh, how the mighty have fallen.” He laughed again. “Welcome to the real world brother! Not everyone will fawn over you, as hard it is to believe it!”

“I thought we’re hitting it pretty well,” he got comfortable on the ride vehicle, taking off his hat so he could see the aquariums and screens where Dory, Marlin, and Nemo played, “did I read it all wrong?”

“Nah, she’s into you as well, as far as I could see.” Scott nodded. “She strikes me as a sisters before misters kinda woman, and she was talking to Shanna while we waited we queued.”

Chris uhmed in agreement.

He hoped you’re not putting up a front for him, because he liked you from the moment he bumped into you at Mouse Gears. He saw the moment you realized who he was but you had been pretty cool so far, and besides the sniper comment, you hadn’t made a big deal out of it. Definitely a breath of fresh air, it had been a while since he could be himself outside his immediate circle of friends. The fact you knew that joke told him you had seen some of his or his co-star interviews but as you worked handling the media and social media accounts for Disney he believed seeing footage of his movies was part of your job and that put his mind at ease and he decided to give that little spark between you a chance.

You were beautiful, full heart-shaped lips, long mahogany hair, aquamarine eyes, and a soft but toned body. He wanted to get to know you better, see if you felt the same connection he did.

The ride reached the end and he saw you getting out, still talking to Shanna.

“I mean it, send it to me, I’ll see what I can do.”

“The fact that I’d have to move to Los Angeles is a concern, but that kind of job would be fun. Thanks, Belle, I’ll think about it.”

“You’re most welcome. But don’t forget, I can only get your foot inside the door, you’d have to walk whenever you want to be by yourself.” You saw Chris and Scott approaching and a huge smile broke up on your face. “How about we go fly around the world?”

“Yes, finally! Soarin’ has been calling my name since we left Test Track!” Scott exclaimed.

He linked his arms with Shanna and dragged her along in front of you and Chris.

“He’s not very subtle, is he?” You questioned Chris when he stepped next to you.

Chris laughed and put his baseball cap back on backward. He looked ridiculously handsome, his longish hair escaping on the sides, his black ‘I am smiling’ Grumpy T-shirt stretched along his hard chest and biceps, black and white basketball shorts hugging that delectable ass he had. You licked your lips and gave him your brightest smile when he caught you staring.

“I guess neither is you.” He winked at you and grabbed your hand.

“Yeah, sue me, I refuse to play the virgin giggling girl when I see something I like.”

“Do you see me complaining?”

You shook your head as you play catch up to Shanna and Scott, who were already inside The Land pavilion.

“You never answered when I asked you if this was your last day,” Chris said while you rode the escalator to the lower floor.

“It isn’t; we’re staying for 10 days.” You saw Scott waving you over to the ride entrance. “Why’s that?”

Before Chris had a chance to answer Shanna bellowed.

“Come on slowpokes! We’re wasting time here.”

“Can we go on Living with The Land before Soarin’? I forgot it was open during EMH. I’ve never seen it at night.”

“Oh come on Scott, Living is so boring!” Shanna complained.

“Living with the Land is not boring,” Chris argued back, siding with Scott.

“It is so.”

“Not.”

“Children!” You waved a hand between them and they stopped. “How ‘bout this, we do Soarin�� once, get back to Living and quickly backtrack and do Soarin’ again?”

“Finally, someone with a plan.” Chris clapped. “But do we have time?”

You checked your watch.

“There are 45 minutes left before the park closes, I believe we can make it if we hurry.”

“Let’s do this then.

You hurried up the queue for Soarin’, once again cursing Disney Imaginners for making it so freaking long. There was a decent amount of people in front of you when you got to the split before the theaters. If things were the same there would be only one theater open for the extended hours and with about 150 people on the queue it would take about 10 minutes to get to the front of the line.

Scott lowered his voice.

“Now remember, it’s B1 or nothing alright? I don’t want to look up and see dangling feet in front of me.”

“Ah, a man after my own heart.” You agreed.

“Have you seen the new film? I liked it but I miss the old one.” Chris commented. “I was hoping they’d keep the Soarin’ Over California in Anaheim but they are all the same now.”

“I really like the soaring around the world aspect, but I miss the orange smell. Childhood memories and all that.” You walked over to the line for the first row of the second string of seats, dead center inside the theater. Those were indeed the best seats in the house and you’re surprised Scott knew about them.

“This is not our first rodeo, Miss Connections! We’ve been coming to Disney twice a year for the past thirty plus years, sometimes more if Chris can swing it.” Scott explained. “You’ve probably even seen us before, or operated a ride while we were on it.”

“You’re probably right!” Shanna gasped. “Oh my god, you might even be in our pictures, Belle.”

“No way, I would remember taking pictures with this hot beefcake by my side.” You pointed to Chris making it seem he was showing him off with your hands.

“But would you really?” Chris said in a lower voice. “I barely remember the face of the girl who asked me for a picture this morning at the airport. How many pictures you would take in one day?”

You looked shocked, they did have a point. Could you really be in a picture with Chris and his family?

“There were always two friends taking turns during the set but it was a freaking lot. Akershus alone might make that number reach a thousand during the holidays.”

“I’m pulling all the photo albums from the library when we get back home, I’m really curious right now!”

Shanna looked excited at the prospect of finding you in their family photos, and you tried to jog your memories of thousands of families you met over the years. Chris was right, there was no way you could have remembered them, especially if it was before his Captain America days.

You talked through the whole pre-boarding video and were now being directed to your seats. B1 was a popular choice so Scott played buffer and sat between Chris and the other guest, you sat beside Chris with Shanna by your side. He waited till the cast member checking the seatbelt got to him before removing his hat and sticking it on the bin below his seat.

The ride started and the music swirled around you as the seats were lifted from the ground, making it appear as you were indeed soaring around big blue skies, mountains, and lakes around the world. You smiled as the powerful aroma of roses reached your nose while flying over the Taj-Mahal, giggling when the sea breeze smell reached your nose when you glided over Fiji and squealing when the turned upwards to reach the top of the Eiffel Tower. Soarin’ was probably your favorite ride in all parks and the smile on your face when the ride ended with fireworks over Epcot was a testament to that.

You unbuckled your seatbelt and were one of the first out of the theater, walking so fast a cast member reminded you no running was allowed. Chris sent a sorry his way but your group didn’t slow down, cruising the corridors to get to Living with The Land.

Shanna checked his watch when you got there and cheered when there was only a family of three in line for the boat.

“Ok, guys 27 minutes left. How long is this ride anyway? I want to ride Soarin’ again!”

They all turned to you waiting for an answer.

“20 minutes.” You said and Shanna groaned. “We’re gonna cut close, but as long as we’re inside the queue for Soarin’ before 11 pm they will let us in. We might not get B1 again though.”

“It’s ok, we’re coming back to Epcot to hit more of the food booths anyway, I can live without the best seats for once.” Scott nodded.

You let the family in front of you get on the boat that was docked and waited for the next one. Thankfully there was no one else behind you so you got the next boat all to yourselves.

Scott seated with Shanna, who immediately opened her phone, earning a glare from Scott.

You sat with Chris two rows behind them, Chris entering first and offering you his hand to help you inside the boat.

“Why thank you, Prince Charming.” You accepted his hand, noticing he didn’t let go when you sat beside him. Which suited you just as well because you had your own plans for him.

“I thought I was Prince Adam to your Belle?” He got closer as the boat started its journey through different types of nature scenes, putting his arm around your shoulder as you entered the rain forest and the boat waved a bit.

Oh, he was a smooth one. You grinned at him and scooted a little closer your sides now pressed together.

“You know Adam is not an official name right?”

“That’s not possible, his name’s Adam.” He doubted you.

“Nope, he’s never named during the animation. The actor who voices him is just credited as ‘Beast’.”

You loved Disney Trivia and could quote the most obscure facts and anecdotes about the parks, movies, and Walt’s life.

“Well, my childhood has been ruined. Thank you for that.”

He tickled your sides in retaliation, making you squirm and giggle. When you tried to tickle him back he grabbed your hands and pinned them down between the two of you.

Your laugh subsided when you noticed Chris looking at your lips and you subconsciously licked them because they suddenly felt dry as sandpaper. He looked at your eyes and back to your mouth in a silent question, blue eyes searching your face for what could happen next.

You nod almost imperceptibly and Chris smiles, leaning towards you, full lips slighted parted.

“How much trouble would I be if plucked a miracle fruit from the tree over th… oh my bad!”

Chris curses his brother and you blink away the nervousness that surrounded you.

“Do not try to pick up a berry, that’s cause for revoking your annual pass and you’ll be escorted out of the park.” You speak as you try to control your beating heart.

“No way!”

“I’ve been the one waiting for the poor soul at the end of the ride Scott. Not a very fun part of the job and also so many forms to fill out.”

Maybe it was better this way. You knew you were attracted to each other but all rides were full of cameras, it’d only take one less than honest cast member to sell the footage to TMZ anyway.

Chris didn’t try to kiss you again but kept on holding your hand as the boat glided over the murky water, passing through the suspended hydroponics plants, the self-sustained display with fish and plants and finally reaching the end of the ride.

The boat wasn’t even properly docked and Shanna was already on the move, making a tight turn on the tunnel leading to Soarin’.

You had two minutes to get there before they closed the queue so you hurried over, Chris pulling you along, your legs barely keeping up with his stride.

You entered the line with seconds to spare and as soon as you did the cast member pulled a rope behind you, indicating the end of operation hours.

The four of you laughed while making your way up to concourse C, the only theater that was open.

“I don’t think I’ve run so much at Disney before.” Scott breathlessly said.

“That’s because you have an escort who gets you backstage and takes you to the front of the line! Us mere mortals are the ones queueing for six hours for Flight of Passage.”

“As if you ever waited that long.” Shanna quipped from the front of the line.

“Uhm… who’s to say I didn’t?” You winked at her. Chris looked at you quizzically. “Okay, so maybe I haven’t, but I’ve done the running thing before, I do wonder to the dark side and Escape from Gringotts is almost as bad as Flight of Passage. People run like crazy mofos to get there.”

“You cheat on the Mouse?” Scott put a hand over his heart.

“Say it louder to the people in the back.” You hit him in the shoulder. You turn to one of the corners of the queue, playing as if there was a camera there. You move your hand as if bowing, “It’s all lies oh Big Cheese who reigns supreme and all hear and all see, I’d never cheat on you!”

Chris guffawed, both hands grabbing his chest.

“You’re crazy!” He laughed.

“Shhhhh, you never know who’s listening!” You winked at him.

As it turned out there were only four other people waiting for the last flight of the night and as you approached the end of the line you were directed to B1 anyway, as each row of seats sat 10 people each.

You decided to let all brothers be together and sat on the outside this time, Chris by your side.

He turned to say something to you at the same time you leaned over to let him know there was a hidden Mickey on the flight over Monument Valley and his lips grazed yours. You both paused, surprised at the sudden touch. Then he was kissing you for real, full lips pressed over yours, sending sparks all over your body. He brought his right hand to your neck, holding you close as he deepened the kiss, your lips danced together.

As fast as first kisses went, you ranked this one a solid 13 in a one to five scales. He never pressured you to open your mouth or tried to slip you the tongue, his lips were plump and he moved them with purpose, alternating hard pressed and feathered touches. You opened your eyes when he moved away and he gave you a little nod which you returned, grinning at each other.

The ride was over before you knew it and the cast member was ushering you out, saying good night.

Your little group made your way over World Showcase again, you saying goodnight to all cast members you passed by, thanking them for staying back during Extra Magic Hours.

“You sound sincere too,” Shanna commented as you walked the dark path leading you to Canada.

“That’s because I am. Most of them will have a shift no later than 10 am tomorrow and they won’t leave here for another two hours. Sometimes more. Saying thank you is the least I can do.”

“And could you do more?” Chris inquired.

“I can actually. All visiting cast members fill a form when we get back to work, citing areas we think the parks can improve, what was good, bad and exceptional.”

“That’s cool, I wish we could do something like that,” Chris commented.

“Actually you can. In 2014 we introduced Cast Compliments.” The three of them looked at you, never reading about it before. “Say you wanna say something nice about a particular cast member; you get their name, go on Twitter and tag either @DisneylandToday or @WDWToday using the hashtag CastCompliment. Write their name, location, and your motive. We will print your twit, and take a picture of the cast member with it. They also get a mark on their file. Every 5 marks they receive a monetary bonus.”

“Wow, that’s crazy cool. And you came up with this idea?” Shanna was already on her phone looking up the hashtag. She gave the phone to Chris and he scrolled through the feed, smiling at the amount of love being shared.

“My team and I did, together with HR” you nodded.

“That’s amazing and so thoughtful Belle!” Scott was the one looking at the phone now.

“They are the ones keeping the park running after all.” You smiled.

You reached International Gateway, waving to the guards and everyone said goodnight this time.

The temperature had dropped quite a bit and you shivered, Chris immediately pulling you close and running his hands over your arms. You smiled at him in thanks and asked where they are staying.

“We’re at the Grand, it’s our favorite resort,” Chris answered. “How about you?”

“I’m a DVC member, I’m right over there at the Boardwalk Villas.” You pointed to the red building on the other side of the man-made lake.

“Mind we walked you over to the lobby? That way I know we got back home safely and we can call a Minnie Van?” Chris smiled at you.

“Absolutely!”

You crossed the bridge to Boardwalk Inn in silence, just appreciating each other companies. When you reached the well-manicured lawn of back gardens he stopped you, mentioning for his siblings to go ahead.

He brought you under the canopy of a huge tree, giving you a little privacy from the passersby.

“What are you doing tomorrow?” He inquired, his back leaning on the tree trunk.

“My friend and I have brunch reservations at Boma, so we’ll be at Animal Kingdom till around 11 am. Our fast passes are for Hollywood Studios but they don’t start till 3 pm.”

“Damn, we’re staying at the Magic Kingdom all day, the kids really want to see the parade.”

“I’m sure you’ll have a lovely time with your family.” You nodded. It was a shame you would be at different parks but you had fast passes for Slinky Dog Dash and that was one ride, not even you could swing your non-existent badge at the cast member and get in on a whim so you weren’t changing your own plans.

“I will, but I also wanna see you again.” He whined and you giggled, he was the perfect mix of gorgeous man and little boy and the butterflies in your belly certainly agreed. “MK closes at six for the Christmas Party though, and we’re not going till Tuesday. Mind if I join you after we leave?”

“I’d love to see you again too, so I don’t mind it at all. Word of warning though, Corey will freak out, even with me telling him you��ll be joining us, so come prepared.”

“How bad are we talking about?” Chris sighed. You had been so cool-headed about everything, almost no one recognized him today and now your friend was almost guaranteed to make a scene.

“I’ll try to prep him over carbs while we have brunch, but he’ll stare and be mute for a while.” You told Chris the truth. Corey had a major crush on both Chris and Sebastian Stan and was a diehard Stucky shipper. That would be an interesting conversation to have.

“As long as he doesn’t draw attention, I can deal with some staring.” Chris acquiesced. He wanted to spend more time with you, see if there was anything else besides physical attraction drawing him in.

He pulled out his phone and asked for your number before sending you a text so you could have his.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then.” You looked over at him with a little smile. You started walking backward still holding his hand.

“Not so fast!”

Chris pulled you back so fast you fell on his chest with a little oomph. He tilted your head up with two fingers and his lips descended on yours, kissing you long and hard. You gripped the sides of his T-shirt, hands digging on his waist as he held your head closer to him, one hand bunching up your hair, the other touching your neck and cheek in slow circles. You felt his soft beard brushing your skin, heightening your pleasure. A warm feeling spread all over you and you melted into Chris, parting your lips slightly. When his tongue skimmed yours you kissed him harder, tongues touching languidly.

You had been kissed quite well in the past but Chris was definitely the best one so far, he maintained full body contact and he kissed you like he had nothing else to do for the rest of his life. He pulled your lower lip as he broke the kiss, his thumb caressing the bite while he alternated between nips and kisses over your chin and neck.

Your hands got under his T-shirt and ran over the hard v on his waist, circling it to press your thumbs on the dimples on the small of his back. Your fingers touched his back vehemently, nails dragging a line just under the band of his shorts. He rocked against you and you felt him pressed against your belly, your hands itching to get closer.

“God, you’re beautiful.” He whispered against your skin. “I want to take you back to my room and kiss you all over and see if the rest of you are as soft as your lips.”

You shivered again and you weren’t sure if it was the draft wind or your reaction to his words, but you’d put good money on the latter. You felt your hardened nipples and the damp spot in your underwear and a quick look down was enough to see the hard on the basketball shorts could barely conceal. You definitely clicked on a physical level, never a kiss had such an impact on you before.

Your brain took over as you remembered you’re in a public space and you took a little step back, just enough so you could think straight.

“Maybe this is enough for one night.” You exhaled hard, trying to clear your head.

Chris nodded, he never lost control so quickly with anyone before, you barely touched his skin and he was almost rutting you to the ground right by Disney’s Boardwalk.

“Right, you’re right.” He kissed your forehead before pushing himself off the tree trunk and adjusting himself as best as he could. “Want me to walk you to your room?”

“I’m good, let’s not tempt faith, shall we?”

You had rented a two-bedroom suite so you and Corey could have more privacy, so it wouldn’t be hard to sneak Chris back to your room, lock the door and spend the rest of the night learning each other’s body.

He nodded and rested his head over your shoulder. You stayed like that till his phone vibrated on his pocket.

“That was Scott, Minnie van is here.” Chris looked over from his phone. “Thank you for today, for hanging out with me, I really liked it. I really liked you, Belle.”

“I really liked you too Chris.” You pressed a chaste kiss on his lips, hugging him for good measure.

“I’ll text you and we can work out the details for tomorrow ok?” He said while hugging you back.

“Alright.”

Neither of you moved and his phone ringed.

Chris rolled his eyes when he answered.

“I’m on my way meathead, give me one second. No, he won’t leave, you know they can wait for a while. Alright, I’m going, Jesus, hold your damn horses.”

You giggled and let go of him, telling him to go.

“Bye princess Belle.”

With a quick peck on your lips, he was off, taking the stairs to the main floor two at a time.

You stayed at the same spot till he disappeared upstairs before making your way to the Villas side of the Boardwalk, quickening up your pace to get away from the cold air.

Entering your room, you sighed against the door as you closed it.

This had been indeed the most special Extra Magic Hour you ever spent at EPCOT and you couldn’t wait to see what tomorrow would bring.

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paperstorm · 6 years ago

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soooo your thoughts on endgame?

[spoilers ahead]

I have very conflicting thoughts as I’m sure you can imagine lol. 95% of it was utterly fantastic. Such a fun and exciting and intense end to the story they’ve been telling for 10 years. Most of it was SO good. Steve being able to summon the hammer was insane, my theatre screamed its head off when that happened. His perfectly growled “Avengers!!! …assemble” was just. That moment made my whole entire life. Still riding on that high. Obviously I’m so happy they got everyone back. The “On your left” from Sam UGH. MY HEART. I am SO happy he gave the shield to Sam. There’s been debate for a year over whether it would go to Sam or Bucky and I always hoped it would be Sam. Bucky deserves to rest. He is still healing from incredible trauma and trying to figure out where he fits in this world, he doesn’t need that pressure on his shoulders on top of everything else. Sam as Cap is utterly perfect.

So many funny moments, Scott Lang is a gift that we do not deserve, he absolutely killed me. Bruce too, omg he was so funny in this one, give Mark Ruffalo all the comedic roles from here on out he has FANTASTIC comedic timing. Natasha. Ugh. My heart will never be healed from that one. I didn’t see her death coming at all until they got to Vormir and I remembered the soul stone requires a sacrifice and my heart just sunk because of course she wouldn’t let it be Clint, not when he has kids to get back to that she loves like they’re her own. Her death was so intense and tragic (and is there grievance to be had for the fact that they killed the first female superhero so she could further the redemption arc of a male character who has always been a less important character than her?? Absolutely. That is a valid criticism and one that I fully agree with, but, some things we just have to make our peace with).

Tony. Didn’t see that one coming either, and although I’m so sad, it was perfect. Tony Stark started this story, it was so fitting that he ended it. The genre of super hero movies changed forever the minute he uttered “I am Iron Man” in the first movie, so it was beautiful writing that they had it be the words he repeated as he sacrificed himself to save the world. Absolutely heartbreaking and perfect.

I have issues with what they did with Thor, as I know lots of people do. He was hilarious, as he always is. And he was a hero at the end, as he also always is. Making a punch-line out of his trauma, was not the most enlightened place they could have gone to with his character. I have mixed feelings about it.

The Battle of New York thing honestly is one of the best scenes in the entire MCU in my opinion. It’s up there with the elevator scene and the bridge fight from Winter Soldier in terms of perfect execution. And so damn creative, the way they integrated this new plot into that old one. Whoever wrote that part gets endless props from me, that was SO clever. And I mean … Steve knocking his past self out, checking out his own ass, “That IS America’s ass”, fucking hysterical. Also give Chris all the comedic roles in the future. That and “I can do this all day!” “Yeahhh I know.” He delivered those lines so perfectly.

(this got longer than I expected is anyone still reading lmao)

So, Steve. Obviously no one will be shocked that the ending is among the 5% of the movie that I didn’t like. I’m not even going to bother going into heavy detail about exactly why, because we all know why. Other people have articulated it better than I could anyway. It was out of character. It was not a choice that the Steve Rogers from the other 6 movies would have made, to the point that imo it borders on being canon divergent. You would really have to throw the entire Cap trilogy in the garbage for his decision to make any sense whatsoever. The Steve Rogers we know would not have fought and fought and fought to get his family back, only to ditch them three days later to go live out a fantasy that he himself admitted (in Age of Ultron) that he didn’t really want anymore. He would not have chosen Bucky time and time again even when it meant giving up EVERYTHING else, just to leave him alone the second he finally got him back. Its not even about Stucky, from a purely platonic standpoint he wouldn’t have done that. It made no narrative or thematic sense. Chris Evans and Steve Rogers both deserved better than that ending. SO, I’ve honestly just head!canoned it out, lol. The Steve of the Cap trilogy and the Steve of the last three minutes of Endgame can’t both exist at the same time because they are in direct opposition to each other, so they don’t. In my mind, Endgame’s ending is not canon. And that probably makes no sense to anyone else but it makes sense to me, so that’s what I’m going with.

All in all I fucking loved it. The time travel stuff was not very well explained and there are a bunch of plot holes, and a bunch of places where they didn’t follow their own time travel rules lmao (sooo many of those have been pointed out and I just have to laugh. The Avengers movies are honestly more enjoyable if you don’t spend too much time thinking about them). It was still a fantastic, epic, gorgeous end to an incredible story and a magical decade, and I can pretty easily scrub away the ending and create my own better ending. I’m good with it.

As a last thought, Chris. Chris motherfucking Evans, guys. Can we just. I want to send him endless thank you cards and fruit baskets. This wonderful, beautiful man took on this HUGE, important, wildly intimidating role, knowing it would be hard and terrifying and so much pressure, having a lot of anxiety about it but having the courage to do it anyway. No other actor could have brought Steve to life quite like he did. No other actor could have embodied the spirit of Steve so perfectly. Steve Rogers is such an amazing, amazing character, originally created for such incredibly powerful reasons, and god we just owe Chris so much for giving us Steve in the way he did. I’m gonna be in my feelings about THAT for the rest of my dumb life. Steve Rogers in the way Chris portrayed him is absolutely worthy of wielding the Mjolnir. I hope he goes to sleep every night for the rest of his life super proud of himself, because he deserves it. The heavy lifting he got to do in Endgame was fully earned and deserved, and Steve’s scenes were definitely the best parts.

If RDJ is the face of the MCU, Chris Evans is the heart. He gave us the absolute most incredible portrayal of Steve Rogers we ever could have hoped for.

#anon asks #avengers endgame spoilers #andie rambles for like 27 minutes WHY do people ask my opinions on things don't you know i have no ability to shut the hell up

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thepineapplejuicer · 6 years ago

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Know It All: Xmen evolution fanfic Chapter Three

Title: Know It All

Chapter Three

Nightcrawler fanfic (I do not own the X-men or the gif).

Violet Ashbourne is a gifted human hacker in possession of a radio, a secret device that gains her access to a large underground information network and electronics all over the world. Human and mutant coexistence has always been her goal, but will the betrayal of her mutant mother and father- once partners to her rise to power- distort her beliefs? Will the X-men be able to save her from her own pride and ambition? Or will she sacrifice everything, including the only boy she’s ever trusted, for vengeance?

The bus's small window fits the picturesque landscape of overlapping trees and emerald groves. The tranquil squirrels and deer drift carefully along the thick branches and bubbly bushes. Evan's pointing finger drags everyone to shoot to the windows, a breath of relaxation washing over us once our eyes meet the mirroring water of the river running through jagged, copper rocks. "It's beautiful." Kitty sighs. "Yeah," I answer so quietly as if part of me was too proud to admit it. The bus swerves gently around the path until we reach an opened dirt entrance with four cabins surrounding it. A low chime comes from my phone informing me of my lack of service. Luckily, I packed a hotspot box, but part of me still felt anxious about not having access to my files. I feel... vulnerable, more than usual. A sudden stop jolts me forward, signaling the others to get up. I am the last to step out and fall into the line formed at the side of the bus.

A grizzly man walks in front of the long line of students, "You will be taking 20-mile hikes, rappelling 200-foot cliffs and crossing treacherous water with no more than a rope and all the courage you can muster! Do you read me?!"

"Yes, Sergeant Hawk!" the students yell out.

"I said do you read me?!"

"YES SIR, SERGEANT HAWK SIR!"

"Scott sumner!"

"Summers, Sir."

"Well, Summers-"

I tap along my phone, trying to tune out all the yelling until I feel an elbow jab me. Evan looks down at my phone and quickly to the side, warning signs in his eyes. I follow his eyes to the grizzly man who is staring at me with rage.

"It was clear that there are to be NO electronics allowed." he towers over me, the shade from his hat cooling me down.

"Oh no, no. I'm not with them." I smile pointing at the others.

"Oh, so you're with the other team?" Sergeant Hawk asks.

"Other team?" I glance over and see the brotherhood composed of Lance, Pietro, Todd and bob all looking as pathetic as the files I have on them.

I snort, "No, absolutely not with them."

Sergeant Hawk snatches my phone. "In that case, Xavier didn't mention anything about the Queen of England coming, so you are to fall in line like everyone else!" his spit lands on my face as he turns, my phone locked in his grip. "Oh okay, you just hold on to that one then!" I groan with a fake smile. I kneel and unhook the second phone from the side of my boot.

"As I was saying . Because of Scott Summer's scholastic achievements at Baville high, he will be your team leader. " Sergeant Hawk stares at me again, wide-eyed as I tap along my backup phone. "Did you not hear a thing I just said?!" He gets in my face again.

"Sir, I'm sure Charles Xavier sent you an email about my the extent of my 'involvement'. You can even use my phone to check! I promise you that I'm not involved in all," I flay my hand around, "This."

Sergeant Hawk raises his brow, the lines around his mouth weighing down.

"I mean this place is quaint, with all your dirt," I shift my foot, accidentally sprinkling some onto his boots, "and uh... you."

He yanks the second phone from me, "If I see another phone come out of god knows where your entire team is doing 500 sit-ups. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?!"

My brows narrow and I wipe the spit from my bare shoulder, "Transparently."

"You have 10 minutes to stow your gear in your cabins! Go, go, go!"

"Ugh, I'm not going to last one day here!" Kitty complains, sitting on her luggage.

"You?! I'm a city boy, I wasn't built for this." Even joins.

"What did ve ever do to deserve this?" Kurt groans.

"Enough complaining." I stomp ahead, my duffle bag swung uncomfortably over my shoulder, " let's just get this over with."

"Here, let me get that for you." Kurt rushes over and gently removes the duffle bag from my arm. I glare at him, " Next time you convince me to go somewhere, make sure it has wifi that I can actually use."

"Sorry." he mutters.

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"You will be racing to the top of Mt. Humiliation to retrieve a flag I had placed at the top. "Cakewalk!" The silver-haired boy steps up, "You watching pretty girl?" he turns and winks at me.

"Ugh." I groan. If all of these exercises weren't enough, Pietro's constant flirting was driving me near insanity.

"Not if I get there first." Kurt smiles proudly.

Mutants are all the same. They think just because their abilities allow them to cheat through life that everyone else is stuck with the short straw.

"Everyone in your team needs to make it to that mountain!" Sergeant Hawk growls, "And I want a picture as proof!"

"Like, that's if they don't cheat first." Kitty hisses at the brotherhood.

"Hey, we could beat you guys without our powers," Lance shouts, mostly directed at Scott.

"Alright, a fair game, no powers. Come on, guys!" Scott shouts.

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We all run for miles along the mountain, until gradually we slow to a jog, "Sooo, like what's my favorite food." Kitty asks me.

"Are we still playing this game?" I huff, weaving the sweaty tangles out of my hair. "Come on! It's like so boring."

I sigh, giving in, " Hummas and pickle quesadilla, as bizarre as that sounds."

"Ooh, do me next." Rogue chimes in.

Before I can answer Jean interrupts, "I don't get what so cool about knowing all our favorite foods are."

She walks past me, bumping into my shoulder nervously.

"Is it that hard to impress you... Miss. Phoenix?"

She stops, "how did you-"

"Trust me, I know more about you than you ever will." I return the hostile bump and walk ahead of the girls, trailing behind Scott, Kurt, and Evan.

"Kurt pop up and see if the flag is still there."

Kurt turns, smiles briefly at me and then at Jean who is distracted, "Are you sure Jean will be okay vit that?"

"Don't you want to win?" Scott persuades.

"Figures." I butt in, scraping the dirt from my painted nails.

Scott and Kurt look at me with drooping eyes, "Oh am I in your way?" I ask and raise my wrists.

"If you could just step back like two feet," Scott asks nicely or at least tried to.

My eyes narrow and I realize... this is why Xavier wanted me to come here so badly. To neutralize them. Like I care if they cheat.

I take a giant step back and signal for Kurt to teleport.

"The flag is still there," he shouts as he reappears within seconds.

"Good," Scott hands Evan a rope, "forget climbing, spike this up."

"Uh, you sure?"

Scott glares at Evan.

"You look sure to me." Evan steps away from me and hurtles a spike into the cliff above.

Jean makes her entrance and glares at Scott as he hands her the rope. She climbs freehand and the others follow, taking their sides with Jean or the rope. I stare at the top that distorts as my vision blurs.

"Are you okay?" Scott grabs my hand.

"I'm not exactly a fan of heights."

"Oh." he looks at the steep cliff and then back at me. "Come here."

I watch him bend down and unexpectedly hook his arms around the back of my knees, pulling me against his back. "Hold on tight."

He didn't have to tell me twice, I nearly choke him as he begins to climb, nails digging deeper into his chest. He never complained though, but by how Jean snarled at me I can tell she wasn't too happy about this predicament.

"You are too kind, Scott." I thank.

"Anytime, Violet. That's what a team is for."

I am taken back, absolutely speechless.

We reach the top and Scott lowers me down softly, holding me steady until he's comfortable my queasiness is gone.

"HELP!" screams come from ahead, jolting us to investigate. I watch from a distance as the X-men rush into action, pulling the brotherhood out from a crumbling mine, being told to keep my distance several times. Their powers working in perfect sync, all unique... all useful.

A hand shocks me out of my depressive episode as Rogue pulls me to follow the others to the top of the mountain.

They all thank each other, leaving me in the distance to regain my breath. "Violet!" Someone shouts. They are all posing for a picture, signaling me to join. I cautiously squeeze in, arms folded, leaning away as the flash blares.

"Hey! Its the X-jet!" Evan yells pointing at the blackbird hovering above us. Storm walks out, "The Professor needs your help!"

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Snarling and crashing comes from the danger room as we all rush to stop The Juggernaut, both Brotherhood and Xmen. We jump through a hole in the wall watching as Wolverine dodges the Juggernauts attacks. I watch as Kitty and Rogue lift each other up to unhinge the Juggernauts helmet, failing the first time. Kurt teleports onto him, successfully unhinging one latch before being flung to the wall beside me.

"He's too strong!" someone yells.

I place my hand on Kurt's head as he regains consciousness, "I'm okay." he groans, leaning into my touch.

"Sorry kid." Logan's raspy voice comes from behind me as he forcibly flings me across the floor, right underneath the Juggernaut. I scream and block my face as he readies to strike me.

The giant Iron rod in his hands causes him to tumble back as all his strength is drained by my bands. "Impossible." he roars, staring at his hands and then at me. Suddenly, Pietro, Scott, and Logan tackle him and remove the helmet. Logan grabs me and slides me rapidly across the smooth granite floor away from Professor Xavier.

I turn back seeing the Juggernaut passed out and everyone begin to cheer. It takes me a moment to get up and without warning I stomp over to Logan who looks at me confused, opening his hand to apologize. "HOW DARE YOU?!"

SMACK

The blood in my hand pumps from the sudden sting, Logan's face in shock as he touches the perfect red handprint across his cheek. "You have the AUDACITY to throw me into danger like a ragdoll?!" I scream, the Xmen and Brotherhood taking a step back. He grips the side of his cheek, "That hurt a lot more than I thought it would." he groans, chuckling.

"And YOU!" I point at Xavier, "Don't you ever use me as a tool to neutralize your students again! Forge better have a lead on how to get these damn things off because I want out of this Horror House!"

I stomp off hearing only silence from behind me.

(Chapter Four will be posted Wednesday, June 19, 2019)

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❝ how deep is your love, chris evans & tom holland.

summary: you and chris find love through a small encounter on a rainy day, but the 10+ year age gap soon gets to your relationship. so, he did what he thought was best and introduced you to someone closer to your age, tom.

author’s note: i’m baaaack :-) hey friends, so sorry it’s been a hot sec, real life things haven’t been so kind to me. BUT! i poured it all out into this part, so i hope you enjoy. honestly? this might be a good part to end the series on, though i haven’t decided for sure yet! we shall see. <3

PART SIX.

A part of you desperately wanted to say no.

But the other part also longed for the truth. You and Chris were adults, and you knew very well that a talk in person was needed. Gliding your fingers through your hair, you let out a sigh of defeat. There was still Tom you had to worry about, as he was clueless to the whole situation.

You really didn’t need to break two hearts in one night.

“Sure,” you replied weakly. Shuffling around the carpeted ground to get up properly, you felt a hand help hoist you back up. Chris smiled with his hand on yours, only to let your cheeks flush in a mauve pink.

“You mind giving me and Y/N a sec, Tom?” You heard Chris say from beside, as you were unable to make proper eye contact with Tom. It was all too conflicting. You couldn’t face him right now, not when your head’s not in the place to put people’s feelings on the line again.

You loved Chris with every fiber of your being. And while that spoke to its truth, you also didn’t want to become a burden in his life. You witnessed the glimmering look in his eyes when he danced with that mysterious woman, and the pained one he gave when you wanted to break things off hours before the event. It wasn’t a perfect match. It never was.

Then, there was Tom. He has been nothing but a complete sweetheart, catering to your needs in this rough time. If timing wasn’t so much of a problem, and if you didn’t have your heart occupied by someone else, maybe you two could’ve happened. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case.

You heard Tom mumble a short ‘yeah mate,’ before brushing past by you. Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip to alleviate the minor pain in your chest upon seeing him.

It hurt even more when he briefly looked back, and you could only meet his gaze for a moment before your head fell down to the ground.

Chris swiped the room’s key in the minute the elevator closes, opening the door before the two of you. He motioned for you to go in first and you entered, tossing your purse, along with your shoes carelessly to the side. Rather than taking a seat at the side of the bed, you merely stood there with your arms crossed, an expressionless face painted over. The room fell silent.

He became the first to speak. Closing the door behind, he took a deep breath before parting his lips. “I know you’re mad at me. But what you saw out there? It wasn’t what it looked like, Y/N.”

The response made your blood curdle, as if what he told you didn’t sound so genuine. You didn’t know what to believe. Chris was never one to lie, but at the same time, what’s stopping him from doing so now? Especially when you just caught him happily dancing with another woman to your song?

Your fingers began to absentmindedly pick at your skin as you rearranged the thoughts flowing through your head.

“And why should I believe you?” You met his gaze, eyes emitting in both rage and disappointment. “You can dance with all these gorgeous, older women all you want, but to do it right in front of me? To our song? That’s just being a straight up dick.”

“Oh, and you think seeing you all happy with Mr. Young and Handsome was easy on the eyes? I felt fucking miserable,” he protested back, never breaking eye contact with you. “It was already hard enough to hear you say that you didn’t want to be with me anymore!”

“You were the one who set us up, Chris! You! Tom told me!” Your face incidentally leaned in closer to his, but the anger across your face didn’t shift. “He said you thought I’d be this perfect match for him. What kind of boyfriend sets his girlfriend up with someone else?!”

“The kind that cares.”

You rolled your eyes at the ridiculous remark. Bullshit. That wasn’t an act of love, it was an act of stupidity and selfishness. You took a moment to massage your aching temples before inhaling deeply. The stress was beginning to be too hard to bare.

It wasn’t even a mature consolation between two adults anymore, it was a screaming match between children.

Maybe you should give him a chance and actually hear him out.

“Why did you do it then?” the words left your lips as they quivered, unable to shake the image of them dancing out of your mind. You tried your hardest to pull it together to make yourself seem bothered, but the tears were prepared to stream at any given moment. So, you moved towards the bathroom to clean your face as an excuse.

He soon followed suit. You pretended not to notice his presence and continued to wipe the smeared makeup off your puffed face, but it was hard to ignore his eyes on you. The blue hues that were always so hard to resist.

“Look, I did it because I was being stupid,” he finally answered amidst the silence, palm now resting against the sink as his large frame hovered the bathroom’s entrance. It was a way for you to stay still for a moment, and all you can do is comply. “I was drinking, and I know that’s not an excuse, but------” he sighed. “I really thought you weren’t happy with me anymore. So I thought if I could distract myself from that, processing that thought would be easier.”

Instantly, you stopped what you were doing. “Chris...” Your heart had sunk to your stomach knowing that you’ve made him believe in such a lie. That was never the case. Setting down the damp makeup wipe to the side, your hand slowly found its way on top of his, giving it a small squeeze. “You know that’s not true.”

Truth be told, it was far from the truth. If anything, you felt as if he’s the one who’s unhappy with the relationship, not you.

“Then why do you keep giving me these signs that you aren’t happy, Y/N? I’m trying my hardest here. I’m doing everything there is to make you happy, but I always end up hurting you no matter what I do,” You could feel the muscles behind his palms tense up through the touch. “We can pretend all we want, but let’s be real. I saw how much better of you are with someone like Tom. Not this------ old guy who’ll never understand you.”

This time, it was evident he was being genuine. As he spoke, you could easily sense that each word was getting harder and harder for him to say. Soon enough, he was caught taking the makeup wipe you once used to catch the fallen tears off his face.

That’s all it was, a misunderstanding.

“Hey...” Your body turned around to fully face him. Reaching out, your hand softly cupped the side of his tired face, using a thumb to swipe the tears that were left. “I didn’t mean it. I only said it, because I was frustrated at the fact that I know you deserve someone who’s more... within your league. Someone who has their life together, and that’ll... never be me.”

His hand moved off the sink and over yours. "No, don’t say that, babe,” the term of endearment made your heart skip multiple beats. With all the time you’ve spent with him, it still never ceased to bring pleasure to your ears. Chris had calmed down from the previous altercation, as his expression dipped from frustration to apologetic. “You’re perfect in every way. I love you because you’re you.”

“And so are you,” you answered right back, feigning a reassuring smile. It had taken you a long time to realize that Chris needed validation sometimes too. While it may not seem like he was the type to need it on the exterior, he was just as sensitive as you were.

He immediately pulled you into his arms. Tightly would to your body, you held him just as strongly. For a few minutes the two of you sat in silence as you inhaled the familiar scent you’ve grown fond of. Though you’ve gone through a complete emotional whirlwind tonight, you could only imagine what he was going through as well. All this time he was certain that you were ready pack your bags and leave the relationship, when in reality, you were only pushing back because you felt the exact same way.

But for now, things have settled again. Perhaps there was a chance the two of you could come out of this stronger, now that everything has been put out in the open.

“I’m sorry,” he finally spoke into a slight murmur, his words were in a whisper. Tears continued to stream down his cheeks, so much so that you could feel them seep into your skin through the fabric of your clothing. “I really don’t want to lose you.”

The sight of him so vulnerable like this only made you burst into tears too.

“I’m sorry too,” you managed to respond amidst the shared cries, forcing out a laugh to hide the pain you felt across your body. Your other hand moved to run fingers across his slicked back hair, pulling out of the hug for a moment to look up at him with a grin.

It only made him catch your laughter, a sight that you’ve always loved.

The gesture took you off guard at first, but you soon fell comfortable with it. He grabbed both of your hands to meet with his, bringing them both up to rest on his broad shoulders. His hands then rested on your sides, then swinging to a nonexistent beat.

“‘Cause we’re livin’ in a world of fools, breaking us down...” the song left in a low, intimate tone of voice. He was grinning from ear to ear now. As his line finished, he kissed your forehead, letting his lips linger.

The smile on your face only grew, swaying to his lead. You too, joined into singing the song. “When they all should let us be...”

“We belong to you and me...”

The two of you continued to slow dance in the hotel bathroom, with your voices’ acoustics echoing off the walls. Your head comfortably rested on his chest, his chin falling gently on top of yours.

This was the dance you’ve dreamt about. The one that was meant to happen tonight.

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