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scripts4dreamers · 4 years ago

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I literally JUST sat down, pt.3

Part One, Part Two, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six, Part Seven

AN: The case stalls, but no one’s willing to give up on you just yet. Characters: Spencer Reid, Penelope Garcia, Derek Morgan, Aaron Hotchner, Jennifer Jareau, David Rossi. Pairings: Spencer Reid x reader Spoilers: None Warnings: Mentions of crime and violence, alcohol

(Longer one this time! As always, let me know if you want to get tagged in the next part.)

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“I hate this,” you whined, as Garcia pulled you through the crowded streets, “why didn’t we drive straight to the office, again?”

“Because, my little Grumpy Gus, you look like you barely slept, and this place has the best coffee in the city.” She promised, giving your arm a squeeze.

You grumbled under your breath, but didn’t complain, letting Garcia ply you with endless cups of coffee.

“Are we getting for the whole team?” You asked, your mind drifting to your late night message to Spencer.

Garcia paused, her eyes narrowing with suspicion, “Yeeeeees, why?”

You shrugged, “I was just asking. No need to read into anything.”

“This is about Spencer, I can tell. Spill it.”

You groaned, letting your head thump down onto the table, “How do you do that?”

“I’m a veritable fountain of knowledge, Y/N, you know this,” she teased, “plus I speak fluent Y/N, especially the little known Spencer Reid dialect.”

“Witch!” You said accusingly, “You’re a witch!”

“You flatter me,” she winked, tapping your forearm, “now spill it.”

You sighed, taking another sip of your coffee, “It’s nothing, I just-I messaged him, alright?”

“You did what?”

“I messaged him! And it was stupid and he didn’t even respond, so it’s not important.” You explained, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Penelope gasped, “He didn’t respond?”

You shook your head, “Nope. Nothing, look-“

You took out your phone and glanced briefly at the screen, frowning when you spotted the notification from the night before. You swiped up, your eyes tracing his response. Something in your stomach pinched.

“Huh.”

“What?” Penelope asked, “What is it? You’re legally obligated to tell me, it’s in the rules.”

“He-uh-“ you stared at the screen, still frowning, “he responded. I must’ve fallen asleep…”

“Ooohhh my gosh, what does it say? What did you say? Is it romantic?”

You pressed your lips together, your mind whirling at a thousand miles an hour as you try to figure exactly what Spencer meant by “I did.”.

“It’s-“ you shook your head, “I don’t know really.”

Something in your tone must’ve let on how conflicted you were feeling because Penelope let the matter slide, just giving your arm a comforting squeeze.

“Let’s get to work, Sugar,” she said, standing and extending her hand for you to hold, “we’ve got crimes to solve.”

You gave her a weak smile but let her pull you to your feet, trying to force your mind away from Spencer and back onto your case.

“That we do, Garcia, that we do.”

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“We come bearing gifts,” Garcia announced as she pushed open the door to the BAU, “sustenance in the form of sweet, sweet caffeine.”

Your eyes instantly flew to Spencer, giving him a weak smile which, to your intense relief, he returned. You also noticed, with a rush of fondness, that he’d kept your side of the desk clear.

“Garcia you’re an angel,” Emily smiled, pushing away from her desk to accept a cup.

“Speaking of angels,” you sighed, carrying a cup of coffee flavored sugar over to Spencer and taking your seat next to him, “have we got an ID on our victim yet?”

“Marcus Wilcox,” Spencer said, flipping open the file closest to you, “25 year old drug addict and male prostitute. He went missing two weeks ago and was reported missing by his best friend.”

You glanced over at the picture of the man whose body had been left in your bookstore and felt the familiar pang of sorrow in your chest. There was always going to be another one, another life cut short, another dead son or daughter who’s family would grieve their loss for years. It was enough to put a damper on anyone’s morning.

You could feel eyes on you, heavy and questioning and you found you couldn’t look up to meet their gaze.

“Anything unusual in the M.E.’s report?” You asked, still avoiding the eyes.

“All the mutilation was done postmortem, so that rules out sadism as a motive,” JJ suggested, accepting a cup of coffee gratefully.

“High levels of caffeine in the blood too,” Emily pointed out, “and…” she pressed her lips together.

“What, Em?” You asked.

She looked up at you nervously, something like sympathy in her eyes as she said, “Biscuits, in his stomach. They found brown butter biscuits and coffee in his stomach.”

Your blood froze and you felt a rush of nausea. You put your cup down, suddenly not thirsty anymore.

“Is...that significant, somehow?” Hotch asked, his perpetual frown firmly in place.

“They’re the best sellers at Y/N’s coffee shop,” Spencer said, something off in his voice, “she sells them fresh every Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday.”

You looked over, shocked, and noticed that Spencer was working his jaw, like he was angry, his one hand curled into a fist under his chin. You itched to reach out and touch his forearm, like you once would have, but you restrained yourself.

“What the hell is this guy doing?” Emily asked, “Why go through all this trouble to personalize the crime? What’s driving him?”

“It’s gotta be erotomania, right?” Morgan asked, “Someone’s trying to get Y/N’s attention.”

“That doesn’t make sense,” you insisted, frustrated with having the same conversation again and again, “stalkers don’t start off with an elaborate and expertly executed murder. If it was erotomania, why not call first, or email or leave notes at my apartment? There’s been no build up to this sort of violence.”

“Plus, the victim has no connection to Y/N,” Spencer pointed out, “erotomaniacs want to reinforce their supposed devotion to the object of their affection, if he wanted to do that he would’ve picked someone Y/N knew, like an ex-boyfriend or an enemy of some kind.”

“Some who he thinks Y/N would actually want dead,” Emily agreed.

“Reid and Y/L/N are right, there’s something more to this, something we’ve missed,” Hotch said, “Garcia, I want you to go through everything you can find about Marcus Wilcox and see if he came into Y/N’s store at all. Maybe he’s a customer who was rude and offended the UnSub. After that, comb through Y/L/N’s life again; old friends, high school classmates, college professors, agents she worked with on cases, anyone who could have formed an attachment and been stalking her without us knowing.”

Garcia paled under her Barbie pink lipstick, “Sir, I-“

“It’s fine, Garcia,” you assured, giving her a soft smile, “I’ve got nothing to hide. You’ll have to get permission from the CIA to access some of my case files though, there’s some sensitive data in those.”

“I’ll call the director myself,” Hotch said, “that’ll expedite the process.”

“But, sir, sorting through all that data could take weeks,” you pointed out, “what do we do in the meantime?”

Hotch pressed his lips together, and you sighed, sensing his next words before they even came out of his mouth.

“We work cases, as usual,” he said, “Y/N, yours will still be our priority but, until we get a new lead…”

“We’re stuck.” You finished. You breathed in, trying to calm your restless nerves, and pushed yourself up, “Well, it was lovely seeing you guys again, but I guess that’s my cue.”

“What?” Spencer said, sitting up suddenly, “No, Y/N you can’t just leave, if there’s someone out there delusional enough to do this to get your attention then it’s not safe.”

“I’m with Boy Wonder,” Garcia agreed, shooting you an apologetic look, “I’m sorry, Sugar Plum but this whole thing is just icky and gross and I’d feel much better knowing you were here.”

You looked around, but we’re met with a wall of concerned faces. You wanted to scream. Nothing about this situation was fair. You hated feeling helpless, it was why you’d joined the FBI in the first place and, ultimately, why you’d left.

“Well, what the hell am I supposed to do while we wait for a lead?” You asked, “I can’t go home, I can’t go back to work, I can’t just sit here all day until my assigned babysitter for the night is free.”

“You could join us on cases,” Hotch said simply, “if I’m not mistaken, you’re still officially an agent so you’re cleared to be in the field.”

Spencer and Emily sucked in a breath in unison, and you shut your eyes. Shit.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” Emily asked, “You never actually resigned?”

You shot her a sheepish look, “I meant to! I did! It was just,” you shrugged, “at first I wanted the safety blanket in case normal life didn’t work out and, once it did, I just-“ you trailed off.

Truth be told, you didn’t know why you’d never left. It was really only one document that you needed to sign, it would take less than three minutes to complete, there was nothing stopping you. You’d even filled it out once or twice but, for some reason, you always stopped before actually submitting it.

You shot a nervous look at Spencer, who was determinedly avoiding looking at anything except a particular patch of empty air, and sighed.

“So...what does that mean?” Morgan asked, “You’re back on the team?”

“Agent Y/L/N has technically been on an extended sabbatical for the past year,” Hotch explained, “ideally we would be able to keep her on in an advisory capacity while we work her case but, with her safety being such an issue, for the time being, yes, she’s back on the team.”

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You collapsed into your old seat on the jet, exhaustion weighing you down like a ton of bricks. It had taken almost no time for Hotch and Garcia to brief you on the team’s newest case and, before you could even pack a proper Go-Bag, you were wheels up and on your way to Tampa Bay. It was a fairly standard case, or as standard as it got for the BAU at least, and it had only taken three days to catch the guy, but it had still taken the life right out of you. Hotch had noticed your distress and sent you ahead to the jet with Rossi while the rest of the team finished packing up. On the one hand you resented being treated like a child, on the other….well, you were exhausted.

Rossi sat down across the aisle from you, handing you a mug of warm hot chocolate, which you accepted gratefully. He raised his eyebrows in that grandfatherly way, like he was asking you a question, and you smiled.

“What?” You asked, “I can tell you’re thinking something.”

“You love this” he said simply.

“Love it?” You laughed incredulously, “Rossi I haven’t been this tired since I spent three full days setting up my shop. I’m exhausted.”

“And you love it,” he insisted, “I can see that Evil Genius sparkle in those pretty eyes of yours.” He gestured at your face and you smiled, “Not that I blame you. Catching killers tends to be more exciting than baking cookies.”

“Hey, I thought you loved it when I made cookies!” You complained, whacking his hand away in mock outrage, “You said they were your favorite!”

“They are, I’m just making a simple observation, that’s all.”

“Uh-huh,” you said suspiciously.

“Here’s another one; there’s tension between you and the Good Doctor,” he continued.

You rolled your eyes, but didn’t disagree, letting your mind wander back to the last three days. After Hotch’s little announcement to the team, things had been...odd with Spencer. Actually, you couldn’t be sure that was the catalyst, for all you knew things could’ve been weird before that but, now it was just impossible to miss. He would bounce between avoiding you like the plague and actively seeking out your company; sitting next to you at dinner one minute and then purposely standing as far away as possible the next minute. It sucked. It sucked and it hurt your feelings and it was confusing, so there was no point in denying it to Rossi.

“I just wish he’d talk to me, you know?” You said, “Or yell, or shout or something. Like, if you’re angry then be angry. At least then we could talk it out, but this-“ you shook your head, “I hate it.”

“Ah, kid,” Rossi commiserated, patting your knee comfortingly, “I don’t think he’s angry, and that’s probably part of the problem.” You looked up, confused, and Rossi continued, “If he was angry, things would be a lot simpler. Like you said, you could just yell for a bit, and then it’d be over. No, I think Spencer’s just hurt and confused. He blames himself for you leaving and, now that you’re back, he’s happy, but he feels guilty about being happy because you’re in danger.” He explained, “It’s a confusing time for him, for you both.”

You sat up, “Wait why would he blame himself for me leaving?”

Rossi looked down, like he was thinking hard but, before he could say anything, you heard footsteps and the rest of your team boarded the jet. You shot Rossi a look that said “we’ll finish this later”, and then turned away, smiling at your friends.

“Hey,” you greeted, letting Morgan ruffle your hair.

JJ gave you a small smile, but your eyes went straight to Spencer, Rossi’s words bouncing around inside your head. To your surprise, he collapsed into the seat beside you.

“Hey,” he said softly, “I-uh-I was hoping we could talk.”

Your heart leapt, but you tried to keep your face neutral as you answered, “Sure thing, Reid. What about? The case?”

“Actually,” he said, his voice still low, “I wanted to talk about you.”

You pressed your lips together, but nodded, following Spencer’s lead and leaning in to avoid being overheard as your team settled in for the flight home.

Spencer was silent for a moment, like he was thinking, and then, “Why didn’t you resign? I thought you wanted out.”

“I did, or I thought I did. Reid, when I first left I had no idea what I was getting myself into. I guess I wanted to be able to come back if things went wrong.” You explained.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

You paused for a moment, “Spence-“

His breath hitched in his throat, “The first time, when you were thinking about leaving. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I-“ you sighed, the exhaustion rolling over you like a river, “I didn’t want to worry you until I was sure and then, after that….” you shrugged, “it all happened so fast. I’m sorry.”

He nodded, like he understood, and you watched some of the tension leech out of his body. For the first time he met your eye, and your heart stuttered in your chest.

“I’m sorry too.” He said.

“Spence you’ve got nothing to-“

“I do,” he interrupted, “I promised you that we’d always be best friends and then, after you left, I just stopped trying.”

You were conflicted. Some part of you had been longing to hear this for months, ever since the texts, visits and calls had stopped out of the blue but, now that you were actually hearing it, it just made you sad.

“You did try,” you reminded him, “you came to the store a few times, helped me organize my books.”

He shook his head, “Not often enough. It just-it just got so hard, you know? Seeing you every weekend and knowing you weren’t going to be there when I got to work the next day,” he explained, his voice cracking, “watching you have this whole life outside of us, it just started to feel like maybe I didn’t fit-maybe we didn’t fit.” He gestured to the team, “And I thought maybe you were better off-“ he trailed off.

“Hey,” you cut in, reaching out and covering his hand with yours, “hey, listen to me. You guys are my family. You’ll always be my family, no matter what happens. I’m sorry you ever felt like anything else was even possible. I could never be better off without you guys.”

The hint of a smile played at the edges of his mouth, and he squeezed your hand gently.

“If it’s okay,” he said, still smiling hopefully, “I’d really like for us to be friends again. I know I broke a solemn oath but, if you’ll trust me, I’ll never let it happen again, I promise.”

Your smile felt so wide that it hurt your cheeks as you pulled him into a hug, savoring the way he chuckled as he hugged you back.

“Of course, Spence,” you smiled, still holding him close, “of course.”

“God, I missed you,” he admitted into your neck, “no one else pretends to care about Star Trek as well as you do.”

You laughed and let him go, feeling the distance that had formed over the last year vanishing bit by bit.

“I’ve missed you too, Doctor Reid.” You said, “But, I’ll admit, I haven’t missed the Star Trek talk as much.”

“None of us miss the Star Trek talk,” Derek said, making you both jump, “honestly, I miss not knowing about Star Trek.”

“Preach,” JJ agreed, “Y/N/N, I know you’re in charge of what we watch tonight but I’m begging you, please pick something made for adults? I’ve been watching nothing but Marvel and Disney for months.”

“But I love Disney,” Emily complained.

“Rest assured,” Rossi interrupted, “it’s my entertainment system and I don’t even have any Disney.”

“You have Lord of The Rings though, right?” Spencer asked.

You watched your team bicker amongst themselves, laughing like you hadn’t laughed in months. Being together like this was like a healing balm for your frayed nerves, bringing you back to a place of calm, like you’d just come home from a long trip. In the back of your mind, you knew there was still work to be done, old wounds you needed to address and mysteries you needed to solve but, for now, you were just happy to be with your family. For now, this was enough.

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Spencer felt like he was living in some sort of strange fever dream, like all his months of sulking had finally driven him mad and now he was physically imagining things as he helped you out of his car. Touching you always made him a little dizzy but, over the years that you’d worked together every day, he’d managed to build up a tolerance, a tolerance that was now almost completely gone. It had been months since everyone had agreed to have family dinner at Rossi’s, but now that you were back, he’d insisted. Spencer was on cloud nine. He had his best friend back and, for the first time since you’d left, things felt good again, like he was exactly where he should be.

As you sat around Rossi’s table, swapping stories and reminiscing over the past, Spencer had to fight to stop from staring at you. You were really there. He could reach out and touch you. If he called your name you would respond and your eyes would light up the way they always had, like he was the only person in the world you wanted to see. It was surreal. In the back of his mind, Spencer knew he was being selfish, that he shouldn’t want you to stay this time and he should be itching to find out who was stalking you so that you could go back to the life you’d built. But he wasn’t.

When JJ had gotten the call that you needed them, Spencer had thought his heart was going to implode from all the pent up longing he’d kept stored away. Seeing you hadn’t exactly improved things. He’d spent the entire day trying to hold himself together, unsure of how to act around you, playing through every single memory he’d been keeping repressed for all this time like it would somehow give him the answer. God, half the time he’d wanted to scream, the other half he’d wanted to wrap you up in his arms and never let you go ever again. As his eyes traced the plains of your face, plains he’d memorized a million different times, he felt a flicker of that old flame burn in his chest, like the embers of a fire that had never really been put out, and he sighed.

“Hey, kid, where’s your head?” Morgan asked, his voice soft enough to avoid being overheard.

“Hmm? What?” Spencer replied, tearing his eyes away from you as you laughed at something Garcia said.

“Your head,” he repeated, where’s it at?”

Spencer thought for a minute, and then smiled, “I’m good. Really good, actually.”

Morgan nodded, a little too knowingly for Spencer’s liking, but let the matter drop. Just then, the unmistakable ping of Hotch’s cell cut through the late night air and, as if on cue, every eye in the house turned to face the sound. Hotch examined his phone, his frown deepening and sending shivers of worry up Spencer’s neck. He wanted to say something, to stop Hotch from giving them whatever horrible piece of news was on that phone, but he couldn’t. He just sat and waited, like everybody else.

“Hotch?” JJ eventually asked, her hand gripping yours, hard.

“They-uh-” Hotch started, showing a rare moment of nerves, “they found another note at Y/N’s apartment.”

Several people swore, Garcia whimpered, Derek slammed his fist against the table, but you just stared straight ahead, your face stony and unmoving. Spencer wanted to reach out, but he was frozen in place.

“What did it say?” You asked, “Is it another love poem?”

“No,” Hotch answered, “it’s a string of numbers; 29.07.15/18.01.14/38.8765.77.0006.”

“Reid, you got that?” Morgan asked, shooting him a look.

Spencer felt like the wind had been knocked out of him, but he nodded, “I’ve got it.”

“But, that’s not all, is it?” Rossi asked.

Hotch shook his head, “They found another body. This time in an empty storefront a few blocks away from Y/N’s apartment.”

“Probably the site I’d picked out for the second branch,” you supplied, “I just signed the deal three weeks ago.”

You buried your face in your hands, sighing as the atmosphere around the dinner table took a turn for the worst.

“Well,” Emily said, “Looks like we’ve got our lead.”

Hotch nodded, “Let’s get to work.”

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slippinmickeys · 5 years ago

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An Evening at the Petit Trois

This is something I wrote for my first Fic Exchange. The prompt I got was “Mulder and Scully's ex-lovers are jealous of the loving relationship they have now.”

She turned her head away from the door quickly, hoping her movement was inconspicuous.

It wouldn’t do to let the two of them see her. As it was, she didn’t have much to worry about – they only had eyes for each other. She’d been sitting at the bar of one of the newer, more upscale establishments on the outskirts of Georgetown. It was trying a little too hard to be French – black and white tiled floors, zinc bartop, dim lights, mirrors everywhere. It was full tonight – the bar was packed, and the tables were hard to get. They were led to a table in the corner where they’d both have a view of the entrance – as a former agent herself, she knew cops hated having their back to the door. They must have had a reservation. He was dressed like he’d just come from the office – well cut charcoal suit, cornflower blue dress shirt --but he’d taken off his tie and looked casual, relaxed. Like there was nowhere he’d rather be. The woman had obviously gone home before their date – had taken the time to put her hair up, freshen her makeup. She was wearing a low-cut grey cardigan that showed off her décolletage and high-waisted black pants that hugged her waist but loosened as they went down, turning flowy and skirt-like. Her trim ankles sunk into simple, but expensive-looking black pumps. Fuck-me shoes. “Fuck me,” she said to herself, watching the two of them in the mirror above the bar. The man reached out and grabbed the woman’s right hand, his thumb playing with hers. They hadn’t even glanced at their menus. She couldn’t help but emit a soft, weary groan aloud.

XxXxXxXxXxX The man sitting next to her at the bar turned his head towards her upon the sound. He’d sat down 30 minutes after she had and had kept to himself. She liked him already for that – she came here to drink, not make small talk or get hit on. He caught her eyes in the mirror behind the bar and then followed where her gaze had been directed. He cut his eyes quickly back to her. “New love, huh?” He said, pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his nose. “Disgusting,” he added, with a small but charming smile. “I don’t think it’s that new,” she said dejectedly, which caused him to cut his gaze back towards the couple and she saw his eyes round, as he sat up straight. She was suddenly interested. “You know them?” She asked. He nodded his head toward their reflection. “My ex,” he said, still looking a bit stunned. She breathed out a loaded sigh. “Mine too,” she said, eventually. “No shit?” He asked, eyebrows reaching for the ceiling. “No shit.” He held out a hand then, introducing himself. “Ethan Minette.” She gave his proffered hand a firm shake. “Diana.” “Can I buy you a commiserative drink, Diana?” Diana looked at the dead soldier in front of her and thought of the several others that had come before it. What was one more straw on the camel? “Why the hell not.” Ethan motioned the bartender over and before she knew it, two new drinks had appeared in front of them. She felt raw seeing Mulder; scraped and exposed. When the Smoking Man had helped her fake her own death, she’d felt clear and unfettered, free to go off and live life with a clean slate – at least emotionally. Working for the Syndicate wasn’t exactly the recipe for clean living. She stole one more glance at them, sitting at the table moony-eyed and resplendent. Leaning in toward each other, small smiles on their faces. He didn’t even take his eyes off of her when the waiter came by to take their drink order. Mulder had never been like that with her. The way Mulder and Scully were around each other, it was so… intimate. They were like twin binary stars in their own unique orbit. Nobody else was getting in. “He thinks I’m dead,” she said on depressive sigh. Ethan gave her an odd look, then blew out a loose raspberry, leaning back in the tall barstool. “I know what you mean,” he said, “she acts like I never even existed.” XxXxXxXxXxX

“God,” Ethan said, “she looks… luminous.”

They were at least two more drinks in—Diana had stopped counting—and had eased into the comfortable barstool familiarity of shared loss and excessive drink.

Diana looked at her own reflection, the laugh lines coming in around her eyes, her graying hair. Her eyes were drifting down to her sagging bosom when Ethan made a move to turn towards them.

“Maybe I should go say hi,” he said, swaying a bit on his stool.

Diana reached a hand out to steady him.

“NO!” She said, a little too forcefully. Ethan threw her a look. “No,” she said again, a little more measured, “let’s not… interrupt… that.”

He turned back to the bar and gave his drink a long look.

“She’s so pretty,” he said quietly.

She was pretty, Diana ruminated. Luminous, like Ethan said. She hadn’t changed since she was in the academy (Diana had kept tabs). If anything she just got more beautiful as she aged. Right now she was positively glowing. She wondered vaguely if Scully kept a portrait of Dorian Grey in her fucking attic.

“What’s he got that I haven’t?”

Diana opened her mouth just before he said—

“Don’t answer that.”

Mulder and Scully’s food arrived at their table and they dug in. Mulder made an ecstatic face over his first bite and extended a forkful to Scully, who took a mouthful slowly, her eyes never leaving his. It was tender, sensual—Diana could sense the shift in tension from all the way over at the bar. She had to turn away.

“What happened with the two of you?” Diana asked Ethan.

“She got a new assignment at work. Some weird detail – I don’t know specifics. She stopped having time for me. For us. It’s almost like I faded away.”

Some weird detail was right – she’d give him that. Diana’s own time on the X-Files had shown her the depth of the stranger things of the world.

“How about you guys?” Ethan nodded to Mulder’s reflection.

“You could call it a divorce,” she said, but didn’t elaborate. Ethan glanced at her and she lifted a shoulder. “Of sorts,” she finished lamely.

“Where’d you guys meet?” Ethan asked her.

“At the FBI,” she said.

“You mean he’s an agent, too?” Ethan asked, his dander up once again. “I knew I should have talked her out of joining. I thought it’d be good for her, different.”

He had no idea. Diana thought of Scully’s file. Of everything she’d been through since joining the X-Files, and felt a pang of something like sympathy, like regret. She watched Mulder reach across the table and tuck a lock of Scully’s hair that had come loose from her chignon behind her ear. The sympathy faded away, but the regret held on.

“You didn’t move on?” Diana asked him.

“Did you?” He countered.

She’d tried. She had.

“Not exactly a person you can move on from…” Ethan said then, indicating Scully, but she only saw Fox.

She gave Ethan a sympathetic, melancholy smile.

The bartender stopped by again, and they looked at each other and nodded. When life gives you lemons, add vodka.

XxXxXxXxXxX

Diana had to pee, but she didn’t want to run the risk of running into Scully in the bathroom.

“Is he allergic to anything?” Ethan then asked her, his words getting a little slurry. “We could send it to their table.”

Diana snorted. She was feeling a little slurry, too.

“Rational thought,” Diana answered, and Ethan gave a high pitch giggle.

“They make a good couple, then,” he said on a burp, “because that’s all she’s got.”

Mulder stood then and made his way to the restroom and Diana fought off vague pangs of jealousy in more ways than one.

She watched Scully in the mirror, as she tucked her chin toward her chest, a secret smile on her face. Scully sat up then, seeming to feel Diana’s eyes on her and she turned toward her.

Instead of looking at Diana, however, her eyes found Ethan’s profile and she narrowed her eyes in almost-recognition.

Mulder chose that moment to come back from the bathroom and instead of retaking his seat, he slid into the booth next to Scully and she paid no further attention to the two dispirited souls at the bar.

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Mulder signaled for the check and Diana closed out with the bartender, paying for Ethan’s drinks as well.

“Thank you,” he said to her, squinting a bit, though full of sincerity.

Mulder and Scully stood from the booth and Mulder took her coat from the waiter and helped her into it, all manners. Once she was buttoned up, he took her by the lapels and tucked them tenderly up under her chin. She canted her head back and gave him a dreamy smile.

Diana grabbed Ethan by the shoulder and leaned her head into him as Mulder and Scully passed behind them, shielding their faces from view.

“It’s been nice meeting you, Ethan,” she said softly into his ear, realizing that it had been. She felt like herself for once, if not herself with a headbuzz.

“You too, Diana.”

Once Mulder and Scully had left the restaurant, Diana made a beeline for the restroom.

Washing her hands after using the facilities, she took a good look at herself in the antique mirror, the dull patina lending a yellowish pallor to her skin.

Had it all been worth it? The choices she’d made? The acts she’d committed?

She realized that they had been, just not for herself.

As she made her way from the restroom to leave, she saw Ethan, still sitting in his barstool dejectedly. She caught eyes with the bartender, who inclined his head at the man.

She sighed.

“Come on,” she said to him as she approached, “let me help get you home.”

Ethan nodded and slowly stood without a word.

They made their way outside and she turned to him.

“Can I call you a cab?” She asked him.

He shook his head.

“I can walk,” he said and took a slow 360 degree turn before heading down the sidewalk to the north.

Diana caught up with him after a few steps and grabbed his elbow.

“You’re sure this is the right way?”

“85 percent,” he said and plowed ahead.

“I’ll walk with you,” she said, not wanting to be responsible if something happened to the guy. The police would check receipts from the restaurant and security tapes and she wanted no part of that.

The restaurant had a currently empty outdoor patio adjacent to their parking lot, the tinny sound of Edith Piaf wafted over them from some hidden speaker as they passed by. Ethan paused by a small copse of trees, just past the lot.

“Hold on,” he said, “I need a minute. I think I’m going to be sick.”

He stumbled into the shadows of the trees and sat down heavily, holding his head in his hands. Diana stepped in beside him, careful not to get too close, lest he get sick on her shoes.

Ethan began taking deep breaths, probably trying to stop the world from spinning and she looked around, movement catching her attention by a car not far away.

There was a couple huddled close to each other in between cars in the lot, and after a second she realized that they were swaying, the woman’s hand in the man’s, dancing to Edith Piaf in the dusky, buzzing light of a parking lot lamppost.

It was Mulder and Scully. Of course it was.

She felt the clasping grab of jealousy, squeezing her so tight that tears formed in her eyes, threatening to fall, to let loose the torrent inside her of humility and regret. She clenched a fist and refused them.

The song ended then, blessedly, and Mulder brought Scully’s hand to his lips. She leaned back against the car door though they were still huddled close, saying their goodbyes.

Diana could hear them and knew that she was unseen and she willed Ethan to not get sick and call attention to their whole tableau.

“Thanks for taking me out tonight,” Scully said, her voice low. “I know it’s not our usual.”

Mulder moved in even closer, nudging her.

“You deserve it,” he said, his voice like gravel.

Diana knew that voice. Remembered it and felt a pang of something, sad and desiderate.

“We’re getting audited tomorrow, Mulder,” she said, “anybody about to go through that deserves it.”

“Speaking of, I’m expensing the whole dinner,” Mulder said, taking another step towards her, backing her into the car.

She smiled up at him.

Ethan gave a small groan at her feet, and she looked down. He seemed to recover himself.

When she glanced back at the agents, Mulder was just dipping his head down, and he started taking small, sipping kisses at Scully’s lips. She reached up and ran her fingers through the hair on the back of his head, pulling him down even lower.

Mulder took the edges of his long trench coat and wrapped them around Scully’s shoulders as he kissed her, cocooning her in his embrace. His kisses were tender, reverential, and Diana knew then what she’d always suspected: any chance of ever getting him back was gone. Lost to the ether where love resided – something she never had with him – never would.

Their kisses grew more passionate and Diana knew that she should look away, but couldn’t.

Scully leaned back, their lips parting on a smack.

“Come home with me, Mulder,” she said in a husky voice.

Mulder simply nodded at her and smiled, leaned down again to resume their kiss, reaching around her to pull open the car door.

“If we’re going,” he said, nuzzling his face into her neck, “we need to go now, or I’m going take you right here against this car.”

Scully whipped the keys out of her pocket, even while her head was thrown back and pressed them into Mulder’s hands.

They spoke no more and tumbled into the car, practically peeling out of the parking lot and on into the night.

Ethan groaned and rose to his feet.

“I think I’m okay,” he said, finally. “I think it’s time to move on.”

It was.

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Giancarlo Esposito

Giancarlo Giuseppe Alessandro Esposito (Italian pronunciation: [dʒaŋˈkarlo dʒuˈzɛppe alesˈsandro eˈspɔːzito]; born April 26, 1958) is an Italian-American actor and director. He has played Gus Fring on the AMC show Breaking Bad and also plays the character on Better Call Saul, a role for which he won the Best Supporting Actor in a Drama Series Award at the 2012 Critics' Choice Television Awards and was nominated for an Outstanding Supporting Actor in a Drama Series at the 2012 Primetime Emmy Awards and again at the 2019 Primetime Emmy Awards. He appeared as Moff Gideon in the live-action Star Wars series The Mandalorian on Disney+ which premiered in 2019.

He has appeared in Spike Lee films such as Do the Right Thing, School Daze, and Mo' Better Blues. His feature film appearances include Fresh, Harley Davidson and the Marlboro Man, The Usual Suspects, and King of New York. He has played Tom Neville in the NBC series Revolution and Sidney Glass / Magic Mirror on ABC's Once Upon a Time. He has had roles in two Netflix original series: The Get Down, wherein he portrays Pastor Ramon Cruz, and Dear White People, which he narrates. He also voiced and portrayed "The Dentist" in the video game Payday 2.

Early life

Giancarlo Giuseppe Alessandro Esposito was born in Copenhagen, the son of Giovanni Esposito aka John C. Esposito (1931–2002), an Italian stagehand and carpenter from Naples, and Elizabeth Foster aka Leesa Foster (1926–2017), an African-American opera and nightclub singer from Alabama.

When Esposito was six, his family moved from Copenhagen, Denmark to Manhattan, New York. He attended Elizabeth Seton College in New York and earned a two-year degree in radio and television communications.

Career

Esposito made his Broadway debut at age eight, playing a slave child opposite Shirley Jones in the short-lived musical Maggie Flynn (1968), set during the New York Draft Riots of 1863. He was also a member of the youthful cast of the Stephen Sondheim-Harold Prince collaboration Merrily We Roll Along, which closed with 16 performances and 56 previews in 1981.

During the 1980s, Esposito appeared in films such as Taps, Maximum Overdrive, King of New York, and Trading Places. He also performed in TV shows such as Miami Vice and Spenser: For Hire. He played J. C. Pierce, a cadet in the 1981 movie Taps.

In 1988 he landed his breakout role as the leader ("Dean Big Brother Almighty") of the black fraternity "Gamma Phi Gamma" in director Spike Lee's film School Daze, exploring color relations at black colleges. Over the next four years, Esposito and Lee collaborated on three other movies: Do the Right Thing, Mo' Better Blues, and Malcolm X.During the 1990s Esposito appeared in the acclaimed indie films Night on Earth, Fresh and Smoke, as well as its sequel Blue in the Face. He also appeared in the mainstream film Reckless with Mia Farrow, and Waiting to Exhale starring Whitney Houston and Angela Bassett. In 1995 Esposito was featured in a music video "California" by French superstar Mylene Farmer, directed by Abel Ferrara.

Esposito played FBI agent Mike Giardello on the TV crime drama Homicide: Life on the Street. That role drew from both his African American and Italian ancestry. He played this character during the show's seventh and final season. Mike's estranged father, shift lieutenant Al Giardello, is portrayed as subject to racism, something Esposito's character practiced in School Daze. Another multiracial role was as Sergeant Paul Gigante in the television comedy, Bakersfield P.D..

In 1997 Esposito played the film roles of Darryl in Trouble on the Corner and Charlie Dunt in Nothing to Lose. Other TV credits include NYPD Blue, Law & Order, The Practice, New York Undercover, and Fallen Angels: Fearless.

Esposito has portrayed drug dealers (Fresh, Breaking Bad, King of New York, Better Call Saul), policemen (The Usual Suspects, Derailed), political radicals (Bob Roberts, Do the Right Thing), and a demonic version of the Greek God of Sleep Hypnos from another dimension (Monkeybone). In 2001, he played Cassius Marcellus Clay, Sr. in Ali, and Miguel Algarín, friend and collaborator of Nuyorican poet Miguel Piñero, in Piñero.

In 2006 Esposito starred in Last Holiday as Senator Dillings, alongside Queen Latifah and Timothy Hutton. Also in 2006, he played an unsympathetic detective named Esposito in the 2005 film Hate Crime. The film explores homophobia.

Esposito played Robert Fuentes, a Miami businessman with shady connections, on the UPN television series South Beach. He has appeared in New Amsterdam and CSI: Miami. In Feel the Noise (2007), he played ex-musician Roberto, the Puerto Rican father of Omarion Grandberry's character, aspiring rap star "Rob".

He made his directorial debut with Gospel Hill (2008); he also produced the film and starred in it.

New York theater credits for Esposito include The Me Nobody Knows, Lost in the Stars, Seesaw, and Merrily We Roll Along. In 2008 he appeared on Broadway as Gooper in an African American production of Tennessee Williams' Pulitzer Prize-winning drama Cat on a Hot Tin Roof, directed by Debbie Allen and starring James Earl Jones, Phylicia Rashad, Anika Noni Rose, and Terrence Howard.

From 2009 to 2011, Esposito appeared in seasons 2 through 4 of the AMC drama Breaking Bad, as Gus Fring, the head of a New Mexico-based methamphetamine drug ring. In the fourth season, he was the show's primary antagonist. He received critical acclaim for this role. He won the Best Supporting Actor in a Drama award at the 2012 Critics' Choice Television Awards and was nominated for an Outstanding Supporting Actor in a Drama Series award at the 2012 Primetime Emmy Awards, but lost to co-star Aaron Paul.

He appeared in the film Rabbit Hole (2010).

Esposito appeared in the first season of the ABC program Once Upon a Time, which debuted in October 2011. He portrayed the split role of Sidney, a reporter for The Daily Mirror in the town of Storybrooke, Maine, who is the Magic Mirror, possessed by The Evil Queen in a parallel fairy tale world.

Esposito appeared in Revolution as Major Tom Neville, a central character who kills Ben Matheson in the pilot. He escorts a captured Danny to the capital Philadelphia of the Monroe Republic.

Esposito also appeared in Community as a guest star for the episode entitled "Digital Estate Planning". He performed again in the fourth season, in the episode titled "Paranormal Parentage". Esposito has additionally appeared in a video of the action role-playing sci-fi first-person shooter game Destiny, as well as plays The Dentist, a non-playable story character, in the game Payday 2.

He has joined the DC Universe Animated Original Movies series. He played Ra's al Ghul in Son of Batman and Black Spider in Batman: Assault on Arkham. He had a recurring role in the first season of The Get Down on Netflix. In 2017, Esposito reprised his role as Gus Fring in the Breaking Bad prequel series, Better Call Saul.

In 2016, Esposito voiced Akela in the film The Jungle Book, which was directed by Jon Favreau. Esposito and Favreau would work together once again in the web series The Mandalorian in which Esposito appears in a starring role, while Favreau acts as an executive producer for the series and as its writer.He plays the role of NY congressman Adam Clayton Powell Jr. in the 2019 Epix series Godfather of Harlem.

Personal life

Esposito married Joy McManigal in 1995; they later divorced. He has four daughters.

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skywalkerbc · 6 years ago

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Mads’ massive bellarke rec (pt.1)

So I’ve been asked a couple times to make a bellarke fanfiction rec list so here it is! (Okay so I realised that I had way too many bc our fandom is filled with so many talented authors so even though this is actually massive, there will be several parts)

(Also- I don’t know everyone’s tumblrs so if you know any of these author’s tumblr accounts, please lmk so I can link them properly!)

In no particular order, here are some of my all time fav blarke fics:

MODERN-VERSE AUS

I dreamed you a sin (and a lie) by monroeslittle

“If I do this,” Blake said, “how are you imagining it’s going to work? I can’t just knock on his door, and say I want in again. It’s been eleven years. And even before I left, I never cared about the business. Do you have a plan? You say you want me to open the door for an agent. How? What’s that mean?”

“You’re going to get in touch with your grandfather again at your wedding,” Clarke said.

He stared.

“I hope you don’t have a girlfriend, Mr. Blake.”

fake!married AU. Clarke's in the FBI, Bellamy's the grandson of a mobster, and they've got to work together.

Lines in the Sand by @fen-ha-fuck-you

“You looked like you were gonna hurl when you got up,” Raven said, pausing for a moment. “I’m not sure this is better.”

Clarke shook her head minutely, finally looking up at herself in the mirror. She quickly wiped away the tears that had fallen. She hadn’t even noticed. “I’m fine.”

“No,” Raven replied, her eyebrows scrunching together. “You’re not.”

“I just… had a little too much to drink. That’s all.”

“That why you’re strangling that poor sink?”

i’m not asking much of you by emmylou

When Clarke gets invited to her ex's wedding- her CHEATING ex's wedding- she knows she can't go alone. She's not dating anyone, so she has to find a boyfriend, real or fake, fast. Luckily, Octavia knows just the guy.

I’d Promise You Everything (But I’m Not Sure How Much Good There Is In That) by @talistheintrovert

Bellamy has never been a huge fan of Valentine's Day, but Clarke outright hates it. Her father died at the start of February when she was in high school, she found out her first boyfriend was cheating on her two weeks later, and then almost exactly a year after that, her girlfriend dumped her to travel around Asia.

But now they're in their 20s and Bellamy finally admitted that he loved her a few months ago. He knows this is the real thing and he absolutely knows that she feels the same way, but he also knows how miserable Clarke gets around Valentine's, and he's determined to cheer her up this time.

hold me in your beating heart by amberwoods

He’d got out of bed and walked to the nursery to console his youngest child. When he’d been shushing and cradling her for about twenty minutes, he noticed a silhouette hovering in the door opening. Clarke.

“I’ve got her,” he’d said softly, his voice rough with sleep, “Go back to bed.”

She just stood there. When he took a closer look, he noticed she had a strange expression on her face. She was looking at Madi.

“Clarke?” he asked carefully.

And There’s a Hand My Trusty Friend by Who_Needs_Reality

He sighs dramatically. “Can’t believe you’re not gonna let me kiss you until next year.” That sends a sudden, sharp jolt of sadness through Clarke, the realisation that they’re going to be spending another day spent pretending that she’s not his; it means ushering in their first year together… by, well, not being together.

Or, {NYE fluff where Bellamy and Clarke are together, but since they're keeping it a secret from their friends, they run into an unforeseen complication.}

A Little Bit of Something (God, It’s Better Than Nothing) by @grumpybell

“-Clarke.” He sounds alarmed, suddenly, none of the casual, arrogant, amusement that had been in his voice moments before. “What?” “Why is your mom calling me?” “Shit. Don't answer that. Listen, okay. She and I kind of got into an argument today-” “-what else is new?” “Shut up. Anyway, she told me she's getting married and there was just so much subtext about my failure at relationships and my lack of love life, and I might have told her I'm engaged too.” There's silence on the other end of the phone. “To you,” Clarke prompts.

I Don’t Need Your Love (I Just Need You Now) by @talistheintrovert

“What was the worst part?” Raven asked.

“Probably when he shoved me against a wall and stuck his tongue down my throat,” Clarke admitted, sipping her hot chocolate, which she quickly realised was spiked with rum. God, her friends were perfect.

Octavia and Raven both gasped, but it was Bellamy’s reaction that she found the most interesting. He didn’t say anything, didn’t look up from his book, or even alter his expression, but his hand balled into a fist on the arm of his chair.

OR: The AU where Clarke and Bellamy hate each other until Bellamy realises she's being mistreated, and does his best to protect her.

Come Close (And Then Even Closer) by sheryl_sems

Clarke thinks about Octavia and how her best friend had stormed out of the house earlier that day, furious at Clarke for taking her brother's side in their argument. She thinks about Raven, and Monty, and Jasper, and Wells, and Lincoln but in the end, she really only wants one person by her side and it's fruitless to fight herself on this one.

"Could you call Bellamy?" She finally says in a soft, hoarse whisper.

Or the one where Clarke is attacked and the only person she wants by her side in the aftermath is Bellamy Blake.

You Look Like a Movie. You Sound Like a Song. by lordmxrphy

She knows shouldn’t care. She and Bellamy were never together. They never dated. But for as long as Clarke can remember, Bellamy’s held her heart. Even if he’ll never know it.

(a modern au inspired by when we were young by adele)

What We Do to Each Other by marauders_groupie

A Bellarke AU in which Bellamy and Clarke are childhood best friends, separated by life and trying to relearn each other again.

A Symbol of Goodwill And Love by LayALioness

“So when you said we need a good tree, you meant,” he hedges, and she huffs, little clouds of steam escaping her mouth.

“One that needs a good home,” she says, like it’s obvious. “Shopping for a Christmas tree is like going to the pound—you don’t look for a purebred at the pound, Bellamy. You look for the puppy with a missing eye, or mange. One that needs us.”

“If this is code for wanting us to get a puppy,” Bellamy muses, reaching out to tug on the tassels of her hat. “I think we should probably live together, first.”

We Have to Stop Meeting Like This by @goldenheadfreckledheart

Tumblr prompt: “We both have friends who party too hard and we keep running into each other in the bathroom while we hold their hair back.”

Aka, the three times Bellamy and Clarke meet each other while taking care of their friends + the one time they don’t.

Christmas Sweaters by lightyears

Clarke's upset that she won't fit into her Christmas sweater this year. Bellamy surprises her with a new one.

Ladylike by Who_Needs_Reality

Bellamy stares at her. "You want me to make out with you. Platonically."

Clarke very resolutely does not panic. "Do it for the views, Bellamy."

(Or, an AU in which Clarke works for a Buzzfeed-esque company, and has to kiss someone in order to test lipstick durability for a new video. Feelings and decidedly non-platonic nonsense ensue.)

Love Is Not a Victory March by @asroarke

“You could have been here four years ago,” she reminded, raising her eyebrows at him.

“No, I couldn’t have. I needed to be here with you,” he replied, and Clarke felt like the breath had been knocked out of her. It wasn’t the first time he said something like that, of course. But it caught her off guard every damn time.

“Was it worth the wait?”

“Yes, you were,” he replied, and how could Clarke not kiss him after that?

Olympics AU where a knee injury kept Bellamy and Clarke from making it to the Olympics... the first time around.

the tie that binds me to you by glowinghorizons

“we’ve been pen pals for like hella months and we finally decided to meet up and damn you’re cute, also did you break up with your jerk bf/gf yet?” au

or:

bellamy and clarke finally meet after months and months of hand-written letters, phone calls and text messages.

you bring me honeysuckle by caramelle

It suddenly strikes Bellamy, one day, that his girlfriend is in possession of what has to be the best hair in the entire cosmos.

Or, the one where Bellamy's fixation with Clarke's hair is totally normal and healthy.

Walk With Me by arysa13

Bellamy is pretty sure you aren't supposed to hit on the people you're supposed to be getting home safely, but he kind of wants to anyway.

Prompt: Bellamy works at safe walk and Clarke keeps falling asleep studying. And is the last one to leave the library every night!

Sugar, Spice, and All Things Nice by Who_Needs_Reality

Clarke just really wants a peppermint mocha. Breaking into the apartment of her ex, with whom she may-or-may-not still kind of be madly in love, is an unplanned side effect. Mostly.

Based on the prompt "listen i know i can’t just show up at your apartment at six in the morning but i need coffee and no one makes it like you do”

time flies but you’re the pilot by @onemanbellarmy

“Wait a minute, your new art teacher is Clarke Griffin?”

Gus paused to consider. “I think so?”

A huff of a surprised laugh escaped Bellamy. He hadn’t talked to Clarke since college.

(or, single parent x child's teacher AU)

the girl next door by funfanfin

The first time he hears her, he’s making his grandmother’s afritada recipe, a dish that reminds him of long, lazy, hot summers in the Philippines.

The first time he learns her name is on a Tuesday so ordinary and average he wouldn’t have remembered it otherwise.

The first time he realizes he loves her is during the early hours of a cool morning, with her curled into his side.

-OR-Bellamy hears singing from the apartment next door. It isn't long before he meets the girl behind the smoky, haunted voice, and it isn't long before he learns the reasons for her sorrow-filled singing.

only fools rush in by @chants-de-lune

based on the tumblr prompt:

"just drove a guy home from a bar and for the whole 15 minutes he talked about how excited he was to see his wife"

the fuzziest of woodland creatures by tempestaurora

“it’s 2 in the morning and i was just trying to get home but i left my sunroof open all day and now there’s a squirrel in my car and it scared me and i drove into a pole – would you please stop laughing you’re a cop. you’re supposed to be helping”

Settling Debts by indygoh

"Um. Thank you. You didn't have to," she peeked up at him, suddenly shy for some reason. "I can pay you back."

Bellamy just chuckled, already shaking his head before she could finish her sentence.

"I've got a little sister. She probably would have kicked my ass if she found out I didn't do something to help you out back there."

Clarke raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Do you always rescue strange girls in desperate need of tampons?"

"Only the really cute ones with crowns on their butts."

when love hits (better make it worth the fall) by kay_emm_gee

Summary: Four times Clarke gets hit on the head (+1 time she doesn't) during her last semester of high school, and every single time, Bellamy Blake is somehow involved.

Turn the tide on my losing side by Lalalli

Clarke doesn’t know why Thelonius Jaha keeps posting really random shit to her Facebook wall, but whatever. It’s fine. It was weird at first, but she’s used to it now.

And then Bellamy gets involved and it gets weird again.

My Soft Place to Land by Who_Needs_Reality

Bellamy's happy to be back. He's even happier to see who's waiting for him.

{Or, soldier!Bellamy comes back home after being deployed and meets someone special}

We Keep it a Secret (You Leave Me Dying to Know) by @ringsabellamy

Bellamy doesn’t claim to be the greatest at dating, especially considering he’s been quietly in love with his best friend for the past six years, but hey, at least he’s been /trying/ to get over her. Not, of course, that this current situation is helping.

Or: Bellamy just asked Clarke to fake being his girlfriend for one date, honest. But then things got a little...out of hand.

If You Like Your Coffee Hot by marauders_groupie

They haven't been friends for a very long time but Bellamy still can't ignore Clarke acting out and getting into fights when she was a model student just a few months ago. They might’ve kept each other at distance for years but she is still his first best friend.

Calm my tears, Kill these fears by @goldenheadfreckledheart

Prompt: I somehow always get you as a cashier at Walmart and it's always when I’m buying the weirdest shit at the weirdest time. “A head of lettuce at 3am?” "It's a long story”

bit of a disaster, aren’t we? by katsumi

Clarke breaks her ankle and really would prefer that Bellamy not find out about it. She has a feeling he's going to get mad. (She's right.)

~~~

CANON-VERSE AUS

Meet Me in the Morning by monroeslittle

“I guess one of us is messed up,” he said, “and it’s part of our hallucination that the other is, too.” He paused. “Seems appropriately hellish that my mind sticks me with you.”

She pursed her lips. “Likewise.”

AU. Clarke is trapped in a stupid time loop, and guess who's trapped with her?

I Miss Our Little Talks by @chants-de-lune

“Wow,” she breathed out. “I thought that one would have done me in.”

Bellamy didn’t smile, shaking his head and taking the slightest edge of coldness off his glare.

“You took a bullet for me.” he said through gritted teeth. “Don’t ever do that again.”

Today is Dying by theprincessandtheking

“Look, sorry, but it’s an emergency,” Harper said, eyes firmly fixed on the wall ahead of her.

The tea he’d downed at the bar was still in his system, as evidenced by the way the room spun when he reached for his shirt a few feet away and struggled to pull it over his head.

“So much of an emergency that you couldn’t knock?”

“It’s Clarke.”

That I Will Never Escape by @talistheintrovert

“Execute me; I poisoned you. Let Clarke live."

“Very well,” Octavia raised a hand and a soldier with a gun pointed it down at him. He steeled himself for the bullet that would end his life, but before it left the chamber, Clarke yelled out.

“No!”

He jumped, surprised, when she moved suddenly, and he registered in his periphery as she snatched the sword from the floor and spun it in her hand deftly.

“Clarke, what are you doing?” Bellamy frowned, his gaze switching to her, but a part of him already knew. His body was reacting to it before his brain could catch up – he felt his breath catch in his throat, and his heart-rate speed up.

we were nothing more than stardust by cresswell

"I'm going to kill that bastard," he says quietly, bent close to Clarke's ear. "He's not going to touch you again, and I'm going to kill him."

Her pinkie finger extends, brushing the waistband of his jeans, and he carefully pushes their palms together, lacing their fingers. He thinks she smiles in her sleep.

Love is Not a Whisper (or a weakness) by monroeslittle

"There was a strange, muffled snap, and the tentacle around her middle was retracted. The hold on her ankle was gone, and Bellamy was pulling her up through the water. She began to pump her arms, and they broke the surface; she gasped, and coughed.

He pressed a gun into her hand. “If you see a ripple, shoot,” he ordered."

AU. The dropship doesn't land on land. The next seven years are a little bit different.

Astraphobia by @chants-de-lune

The fear of thunder and lightning. In other words, rainy day cuddling with a bit of angst.

Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat by islabbe

There was blood everywhere; some of it red, but most of it was black. Bellamy wrinkled his nose at the metallic smell as it filled his nose. Pushing down the reflex to gag, he quickly made his way over to the tent.

“Clarke, stay with me,” he said gruffly, his voice straining as bent down to enter hers and Madi’s tent. She was drifting in and out of consciousness and Bellamy knew the longer he dawdled, the less time she had.

We Can’t Leave Us Behind by @ringsabellamy

"I don’t blame you for that, not anymore. I understand why you had to leave. But it still hurt, Clarke. And I guess...I think your goodbye reminds me of how I felt. Of what it was like to lose you.”

“The kiss,” she says, eyes full of sudden realization. “You think when I kiss you, it means I’m going to leave you.”

Or: Bellamy has a lot of healing to do, one try at a time.

Set The Dark On Fire by @talistheintrovert

Clarke isn't coping well with peacetime on the Eligius ship, and while Bellamy has woken some of the others (mainly spacekru) and tries to organise a trip to the ground, making decisions and considering all the variables, Clarke makes a choice of her own:

She'll take herself out of the equation.

OR: the post season 5 idea I had to write because all of the unresolved emotional turmoil this season is actually killing me and someone needs to notice that Clarke is in pain, for the love of god.

for everything unsaid (there is a flourish of my pride) by theprincessandtheking

“I don’t know,” he says. “I guess I just didn’t really care either way anymore.”

She pauses, and from the corner of his eye he can see the odd expression on her face.

“So in the middle of wartime, when everything is going to hell around us, shaving is still a priority. But you spend six years with all the free time in the world for it, and suddenly you don’t care?”

He tries to smile at the joke, but he thinks it comes out as more of a grimace.

“I guess down here it was more of a sense of normalcy,” he explains. “But with you gone—”

He pauses, clears his throat in an attempt to keep his voice steady.

“Without you there, nothing really felt normal.”

I can never be alone when all gods keep calling me out by angel_deux

Raven fixes the radio after a few years, and Clarke can talk to them again.

they will see my strength (in this love i’ve found) by glowinghorizons

“If you’re married they won’t let you go alone.”

The silence is deafening. Bellamy braces himself for the slap he knows is going to come his way any second, but it never happens.

“You--” she sounds breathless. “You don’t even know me.”

Bellamy shrugs. “Look. I-- this is crazy. I know. I just know that I can’t let my sister go to the ground without me.”

OR, Clarke finds out she's being sent to the Ground only days after her Dad dies. Bellamy is determined to go to the Ground with his sister. They need to fool everyone to make it work.

Like a Second Heart by Who_Needs_Reality

She’s hardly surprised, the first few times it happens. The hallucinations are vivid, but not long, not much, just short, staccato bursts of him, tiny pieces to keep her going -- his hand extended out to her to help her up from the rubble, his voice a soothing murmur in her ear telling her she’ll be alright until she finds water… of course she sees him, of course she hears him. It’s Bellamy -- who else would her mind conjure up to help her survive? There are worse symptoms praimfaya has left her with than a few too-real imaginings of her best friend after all.

{Clarke's not worried when she starts to hallucinate Bellamy. It's only when the dreams continue to haunt her even after the real Bellamy comes back that she's concerned}

We Sure Know How to Run by winterwaters

While attempting to get Jaha farther from the AI and the nuclear warhead, Clarke, Murphy and Emori run into trouble from another tribe and Clarke is injured. Bellamy and his group happen to be following that tribe and help take care of her. On the way home, she confronts her feelings for Bellamy - with a bit of help from Emori.

darling, just hold my hand by killianslonghaul

“I know you don’t like public displays of affection, but… you’re really not going to kiss me goodbye?”

Bellamy doesn't really do PDA, but he might make an exception.

baby on board by katebishop

As a soon-to-be father, Bellamy thinks he's feeling the appropriate amount of worry and concern for his pregnant wife.

Clarke thinks he's utterly ridiculous.

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Other AUS

Forbidden Words by onceuponahundred

we’re in between classes, and we both hear a fourth year calling a first year a mudblood, and neither of us are having any of that prejudiced bullshit. unfortunately, my impulse was to hex them, and yours was to punch them in the face, and my jelly-legs curse hit you instead, i’m really sorry, and we both are probably getting detention now, but hey, plus side, you’re kind of cute

{Bellarke in Harry Potter}

Name One Hero Who Was Happy by Who_Needs_Reality

Clarke huffs again, and he glances at her.

“The Curse of Achilles, Bellamy? Do you know how risky that was?”

“I got the idea when I felt my soul being torn from my body.”

She sniffs, imperious. “How did you do it?”

“Huh?” Her voice is smaller when she speaks again. “How did you...not get your soul...y’know?”

“Oh,” he swallows. “I had some help.”

{Bellarke in a Percy Jackson/The Last Olympian AU}

Don’t Think I Want What I Used to Want by arysa13

Bellamy has a compass that points to what his heart most desires, which, as a pirate, must be treasure, obviously.

can’t control my feelings, can’t control my thoughts by katsumi

When Jasper accidentally gifts Clarke a love potion, everyone she interacts with starts acting...weird. Everyone, that is, except Bellamy. [Hogwarts AU]

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#bellarke fanfiction #bellarke #The 100 #bellamy blake #clarke griffin #there's a looooott #this should keep you busy for a while lmao #(there will be more parts)#(I have read wayyyy too much blarke fic)#also i am so super sorry if the continue reading link breaks oml #that would be so much scrolling lmao #im sorryyy #but bellarkeeeee #mads fic recs

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roslinadama-sinequanon · 7 years ago

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Major Crimes-Sanctuary City Part 3

I’m not going to get into too much about the illness angle in this episode because I already did an in depth analysis on my different takes on what it could be, but I will of course touch on them.

I know there has been a lot of talk about the lack of any Shandy so far in these three episodes, and oh yeah, that is the truth. But it isn’t just a lack of Shandy. It’s a lack of any sort of connection at all between Sharon and Andy. And that leads me to--

What happened to Andy Flynn? I feel like they have taken Andy’s spark away. Where is the brash wise cracking guy or the one with a sweet charming smile to buck up his lady? They are giving Wes all the lines that typically would have been Andy’s and Andy just seems like he’s standing around with a serious look on his face going through the motions. What gives? Is it because they want to give the other actors more now, because Andy will be more of a focus in the wedding? I don’t know, but I’m not liking that.

I did like the pace of this episode and especially the tension between Sharon and Father Stan, though I am hoping they are able to work things out. I liked Stan. I hope I like him again.

On to the episode...

“I have to say, Sharon, this is not the way I expected to be treated.” “Obstruction of justice is an extremely serious charge.” “Attempting to break the sacred bond between a penitent and a priest is not merely sacrilegious it’s grounds for ex-communication.”

This is getting heated and as soon as it got emotional, Sharon had her first of what I’ll refer to as “episodes” with blurry vision. But it only lasted a few seconds. A check mark to all of us who knew episode 2 was just a red herring, lulling us into a false sense of comfort before we got hit in this episode--and while we have yet to get the final blow, we did get pummeled with seven “episodes” making it pretty obvious that this is not something that is going away. Anyway, back to Sharon and Stan. Tossing out the ex-communication to a woman that Stan knows as devout and faithful was a really low blow. Sharon flinched when he said that.

“Consider how ex-communicating the investigator responsible for finding the boys would sound to the media.”

Provenza doesn’t give a rat’s ass about religion and has nothing but contempt for the Catholic Church but the minute Stan suggests ex-communicating Sharon he jumps to her defense.

“Couldn’t fit all three bodies in the trunk?” “That’s morbid Sharon.”

We can see how pissed Sharon’s getting. Until this point Sharon and Father Stan had been dealing with each other respectfully, but Father Stan’s defensiveness and condescension has gotten Sharon’s hackles up and she isn’t giving an inch. And instead of her team tossing off the pithy comments she has joined in.

“Julio, oh my goodness. You have five more days of bereavement left.”

It was great to see how happy everyone was to see Julio. I especially liked the way Andy lit up. Something has felt strange this season when it comes to Andy. I feel like he is being sidelined so they can focus more on Wes. Wes is given all Andy’s great sarcastic lines and Andy just seems to be standing around not doing much of anything or just being rather bland in the interviews. Where is the old Andy spark? Having Julio back might change some of the dynamic. At times, with Wes and Cami and the FBI agents taking up a lot of time, it hasn’t felt much like Major Crimes. But now with Julio back it’s feeling a little more like home.

And of course, I can’t not comment on Sharon’s big hug. The first time she hugged Julio(when she commented on the team having no sense of occasion) he was completely shocked and stiff. This time, he was a little stiff but I think he enjoyed it and has gotten used to Sharon’s warmth and affection. Who would have ever thought this about her when we first met her on TC?

“Having Mark ask me if any more boys got kidnapped. He’s afraid to go back to St. Joseph’s.”

How cool is it that Mark goes to the same school where Sharon’s kids went. Wonder if she recommended it. And I love the idea of Sharon and Julio sitting in church together since they attend the same church. I’d like to have a scene between Sharon and Julio about what is happening with their church and the priests and the case etc. I think Sharon and Andy could also have this conversation since Andy is also a Catholic, however, I have a feeling that Julio is probably more devout in the way that Sharon is.

“Are you a spy?”

I love how blunt Julio is. And why does Cami always have the same look on her face, as if she just smelled something bad.

“Are you okay?”

This is where we get Sharon’s second episode of blurry vision and this time Andy sees it. He even puts a hand on her arm. When Sharon starts to move forward, he actually steps toward her as if he was afraid she was going to fall or something, but she’s already perfectly fine again. It seems strangely out of character for Andy not to be more worried. He would protect her privacy and not say anything out there, especially because she was able to collect herself so quickly, but I would think he would pull her aside as soon as could and question her about what’s going on.

“One of the LAPD’s main missions is to stop teenagers from dating each other.”

Great line. It’s nice to see Andy interviewing with Wes, but why is Wes getting the lines that would typically go to Andy? At the very least, Andy would have grinned at the line, but he seems very serious lately. Is it all because he’s worried about Sharon? It makes me sad, because Andy was always such a vital character; it’s as if they took his spark away.

“This story is going to make the church very angry.” “What are they going to do, UN-Christen us?” “I’m not a Catholic.” “I am.”

This is the first time that Sharon has revealed some discomfort between her job and her faith. She has been able to keep them separated and has dealt with the church as she would any other organization that she was investigating, however, I think Father Stan really got to her with the possibility of ex-communication.

“Why would he come back after getting away completely?”

I know this storyline is going to heat up, but right now, I just don’t care. We’ve pretty much been told it’s all going to be about Rusty so now I’m just sort of “meh” about it. And when it comes to serial killers, a lot of what they do is for the thrill, the game. They want to come close to getting caught, they want to taunt the police and the FBI so I don’t think it’s so strange that Stroh came back. He feeds off being one-step ahead of the cops and must have been bored in Europe.

“Father Jonas is a known mother-lover”

Again, something Andy would say. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind Wes getting a smart-ass line IF Andy still gets some. Right now it’s all Wes and zero Andy.

Interesting that they were all so convinced that Jonas was after the boys when he was really after their moms. Sharon had commented on the less than priestly hug Jonas gave one of the mom’s but no one really latched on to that.

“Who might only want out of his back child support payments.”

Here is Sharon’s third episode, rubbing her temple as if her head hurt. Was it a little Jack flashback?

“While we’re in the alibi business let’s get one more.”

Sharon episode four. She has trouble rising. Again, Andy is there and again, he has a tense face, but he does not express his concern or seem overly worried.

“In the name of the father, the son, the holy spirit, Amen.”

I love the visual of Sharon striding up the church stairs in her high heels, so determined. God, I wish I had her legs. Anyway, she had no problem climbing those stairs. Inside, she quickly blesses herself and starts off toward Father Stan, but then she stops and starts looking around the church. She focuses on the crucifix and the statue of Jesus and it’s as the wind goes completely out of her sails. She tears up and places a hand on her chest as if her heart is breaking and we move into Sharon’s episode five. She genuflects (the first time I watched the episode I thought she was collapsing.) Once down she has a little trouble rising and some blurred vision.

The confession-

I thought it was a little anticlimactic and that it was going to be a bigger deal. Really it was just a conversation that Sharon could have been having with Stan in her office.

“Andy took me back to the firing range this evening.”

I would like to have seen a little of this father/son bonding. At least it would have given us some Andy.

“I’m going to write him a letter and put it in the mail like they did in the 1980’s.”

Rusty does actually listen and absorb things that Sharon tells him. A while back when he was fighting with Gus she had suggested writing him a handwritten note has it was more personal and meaningful. Letters seem to be a “thing” on MC. Jack’s letter to Sharon when he leaves her condo, Andy’s letter to Sharon when he was going in for surgery, a letter we’ve still not gotten to hear the contents of, and the two times Rusty has written to Gus.The one common denominator...Sharon.

I’m kind of surprised that Rusty is being as angsty over Gus as he has been. When Gus left, it was Rusty who said “Good bye” in way that made it pretty clear that he knew they were over. Now he’s spying on Gus, pining over Gus, wanting to know what’s going on with Gus, passively aggressively writing him a letter to say he understands etc. Hell we’ve gotten more talk about Gusty than we have Shandy and Gus hasn’t even been in any episode.

“Mom…Mom… Have you thought about staying home tomorrow just so you can sleep in?”

Sharon’s episode six. More blurry vision. This time Sharon gave a little start before her vision blurred. These blurred episodes only last a couple seconds, but they seem to be coming on in quicker intervals.

“Oh boy” “Are you sure tomorrow wouldn’t work without you?”

Sharon episode 7. This time she seemed a little dizzy but no blurred vision.

“I’m doing something outrageous.”

I love the way she says this. She doesn’t usually do things like this so she seems almost excited.

“Oh my God, Commander.”

Everyone is stunned to see the FBI with boys and they are all outraged when the agents returned. No one more so than Sharon.

“What I’d like is for you to collect your things and go. NOW. They go now.”

Sharon is so pissed. I love the way she is waving her finger at them and the look of derision and her tone. It is so nice to see her finally cut loose and just let someone have it for once. It would have been the perfect scene if it hadn’t continued with….

“This case is our jurisdiction. Any….any…any…Oh God…Oh my.” “Sharon... Sharon... Sharon.”

So, if I knew this was a panic attack or something related to stress I’d be excited to see something like that being handled. But after watching this a second time around (and hearing about the upcoming episode where Sharon’s health has a setback,) I’m leaning more into a brain tumor type of thing (it could be a benign tumor near the optic nerve or something). She just didn’t seem to have much trouble with her breathing--she ran right up those steps at church without a cough so I’m thinking no walking pneumonia and her episodes were mostly about blurred vision, she wasn’t having trouble in a panicky way like an anxiety attack. But I am no doctor and I’m not a writer for MC so they could be twisting symptoms around. I do hope it is some type of stress/anxiety thing because working with a woman like Sharon to stop repressing her emotions could be very interesting. We’ll know pretty soon. Crossing my fingers for NO SERIOUS ILLNESS.

#sharon raydor #shandy #andy flynn #Major Crimes #please don't let sharon have a major illness #crossing my fingers for stress #really nervous about episode 4

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 8 years ago

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Heartbroken

Summary: (Supernatural & Psych crossover fic) The reader and the Winchesters investigate a case in Santa Barbara where they run into a man who claims to be a psychic detective...

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 2,400ish

Warnings: language?

A/N: Still don’t think I did this one justice but figured it was time to finally put it out there...

“You’re supposed to be an FBI agent, Y/N,” said Dean with a chuckle. “Not some awe struck tourist.”

“I’ve never been so close to the ocean that I can see it a hundred feet away,” you said, Dean’s hand on your lower back occasionally pushing and pulling you as you kept your gaze locked on the beach and water just off to your right.

“Maybe when the case is done we can hang out for a few days,” said Sam, turning to look at the ocean as well.

Just in time to run smack into a guy.

“I’m so sorry!” Sam said holding up his hands. The other guy was just as nice as Sam, both men apologizing to one another until Dean grunted and you bit down a laugh.

“My bad,” said the guy one more time, patting down Sam’s suit jacket before he jogged over to a tiny blue car where another man was waiting.

“I don’t think Sam would fit in that thing,” said Dean, watching the guy back out and take off. You were about to agree when something to your left caught your eye. You tugged on Dean’s arm and pointed it out, his laugh out of this world.

“Oh my god,” said Sam, unable to contain his laughter. “Psych. Private Psychic Detective.”

“Chuck help us if we have to step foot in that place,” said Dean. “Let’s grab some quick lunch then head down to the police station.”

A very nice officer, McNab you thought his name was, showed you down to the morgue where you were introduced to some interesting people.

“That guy look like Cain to you?” asked Dean, pointing through the window.

“Uh huh, just without the beard and long hair. The coroner...remind you of any angels we knew?” asked Sam.

“Zachariah? Yeah. This place is weird,” said Dean. “Let’s just get the case over with and get out of here.”

“Agents Smith, Coleman and Marks?” asked a blonde around your height. The three of you nodded and she gave a kind smile. “I’m Detective Juliet O’Hara if you want to follow me and look at the body.”

You’d done this plenty of times but what you hadn’t seen through the window was the two men off in the corner, both of whom you recognized.

“Hey,” said Sam and the man in the plain dress shirt and slacks at the same time.

“You guys know each other?” asked Juliet, Sam and the other man shaking heads.

“Bumped into each other earlier,” said Sam, the man who’d been quiet thus far stepping forward. He had on sneakers, jeans and a plaid shirt, one you were fairly certain Dean owned actually.

“Shawn Spencer, psychic detective, consultant for the SBPD,” he said, your eyebrows raising as you were sure the boys were trying to keep their faces neutral. “This is my partner M.C. Clap Yo Hands.”

“Burton Guster. You can call me Gus,” said the man Sam had run into. Gus gave you a small smile and you immediately felt Dean’s hand in the back of your skirt tugging you back. You were sure the look on Dean’s face told him you were off limits.

“Spencer, these are FBI Agents so why don’t you leave us alone for a minute,” said the man who’d looked like Cain’s twin. “Detective Carlton Lassiter,” he said, holding out a hand to Sam who was closest.

“I’m Woody,” said the coroner and you smiled, Dean elbowing you in the ribs. “I’m not really good at the whole formal stuff.”

“Woody’s about the creepiest nice person you’ll ever meet so a harmless puppy dog,” said Shawn and you wondered what strange universe you’d been dropped into.

“Can we have a few minutes with the body?” asked Dean, putting enough authority in his voice to make everyone want to get out of there. Except for the psychic who you could already tell was a fake. He didn’t look like he was going anywhere. “Shawn, right? You too bud.”

“I think we’d all be interested to see agents like yourselves in action,” said Shawn. Lassiter was thankfully fed up with him and dragged him out of there leaving you three to work in peace.

“That guy’s a total fake,” said Sam as soon as the three of you were alone. Dean was tossing you gloves as he scoffed.

“Considering we’ve known real psychics I’d say that’s kind of obvious,” said Dean, pulling the sheet on the body back. “Super observant though.”

“He was watching us pretty closely,” you said, leaning in closer to look at the marks on the victim.

“Gus was watching one of us pretty closely himself,” said Sam, Dean snapping his head up.

“Baby, I think he got the message,” you said, smiling to Dean. “This guy though, he doesn’t look like a werewolf like we thought.”

“Heart’s missing but wasn’t ripped out. Looks more like it was removed surgically,” said Sam. “Maybe some cult thing?”

“Probably,” said Dean, turning the body over. “Now that’s odd.”

“He’s got a anti-possession tattoo like us,” you said, seeing the one on his shoulder. “You think this guy was a hunter?”

“File says he was Gray Holmeson, an accountant. Single, lived alone. Didn’t show up to work one day and they found him out in the woods two days later,” said Sam. “Could have been a former hunter, he’s about fifty-five according to this.”

“Maybe something looking for a little revenge?” you asked, shaking your head. “You said Holmeson right?”

“Yeah, you recognize it?” asked Sam. You nodded your head.

“I think he knew my parents,” you said, pulling out your phone. “They told me and my sister about this guy they took under their wing when he was alone and just starting out. I remember he had some name that was a color which I thought was funny.”

“I thought your sister didn’t hunt anymore,” said Dean. “You think-”

“Hey! What’s up?” you said, putting on a happy and high voice. “At work, God it’s so boring...yeah, I know...I know, I promise I’ll bring around Dean to meet you soon...he’s got a single brother...oh definitely...hey we got a new guy starting, kind of older that I have to train and his name sounded familiar, thought he might have known mom and dad...Gray Holmes?...you’re right, they knew a Holmeson...I’ll give you a call soon to set something up with the guys, okay?...Love you too.”

“So he’s definitely an ex hunter,” said Sam. “Did you set me up on a date with your sister by the way?”

“You’re invited to dinner is all,” you said, turning to Dean. “What are you thinking?”

“I think another person did this,” said Dean. “I don’t know why but they stitched him up afterwords. It’s just off to me.”

“We’ll check out any other hunters in the area, see if someone had a reason for going after him,” said Sam, snapping off his gloves. You got out of the station no problem and were nearly in Baby when Shawn and Gus ran over from where they waited outside their car.

“Can we help you guys with something? We’re kind of busy,” asked Dean, Shawn and Gus standing with confidence.

“You and ‘Agent Marks’ are dating, pretty serious too. You and ‘Agent Coleman’ are brothers even if you have no real similarities. None of you are FBI agents. In fact, all of you have committed more crimes than most of the people in that station combined. How am I doing so far?” asked Shawn, Dean keeping his cool.

“Mr. Spencer-” Sam got out before Shawn was rolling his eyes and groaning like a small child.

“Tell us what you’re up to before we go in there and tell our friends you aren’t real cops and they can-”

“I suggest you get back in your car and leave us alone unless you want us to tell them you’re a fake too,” said Dean, squaring his shoulders. Shawn and Gus scoffed but they knew they weren’t fooling you three.

“I think we should discuss this somewhere more private,” you said, nodding to the officer walking on the sidewalk.

“We got the perfect place,” said Shawn, waving for you to follow.

“I can’t believe we’re in this stupid place,” muttered Dean as he stood in the middle of their “psychic” detective agency.

“Guys!” you shouted, turning all four men’s attention on you. “All of you, stop acting like little boys and talk like grown men.”

“Who are you guys? For real?” asked Gus.

“Who are you for real?” shot back Dean as you groaned.

“Enough!” you shouted.

“Why are you with the angry Chihuahua? He seems a little too standoffish for someone with your brains,” said Shawn.

“Don’t do that,” said Sam, taking a step between you and the psychic detectives. “She gets kind of defensive of him and by kind of I mean she’d probably already have punched you by now if I weren’t standing here.”

“Woah, everybody just calm down,” said Gus, your gaze falling on Shawn.

“Fine, no more nicknames for sparky,” said Shawn, taking a seat at a desk and kicking up his feet. Dean was practically growling but you weren’t going to make any progress on this case if you were arguing the whole time.

“Just tell us what you know and we’ll handle it from here,” said Dean, standing on the other side of the desk, staring down at Shawn. Shawn simply shrugged which surprised you. Dean was a big guy and had no problem intimidating other men if he had to. But this Shawn was definitely not your normal fake.

“I thought we working together,” said Shawn, cocking his head as he tossed a baseball up and down.

“Talk. Now,” said Dean, done with the games.

“Gray Holmeson. My guess is an ex-lover with a medical background. They were mad enough to kill but still cared enough to not destroy the body. Heart gone, broken heart. Isn’t it kind of obvious?” asked Shawn.

Sam threw you a look that said he had a point.

“He was in the Mid-West area for a number of years from these medical records. Looks like he had a kid with a Julie Smith in-”

“What?” you shouted, running over to the screen.

“Uh, is that a problem?” asked Gus, watching as you ripped the computer away.

“Y/N’s mom’s name was Julie Smith. Her parents kind of knew this guy,” said Sam as you clutched at the screen.

“She did not cheat on dad, she couldn’t have...” you trailed off. But looking at the date when this Gray had a kid...that was your big sister. Your half-sister apparently.

“Y/N, I’m sorry sweetheart,” said Dean, taking a seat beside you. You flashed open your eyes as you realized why he was saying that.

“It’s Lauren? No, Lauren is so sweet, she helps people. She’s a doctor,” you said, Dean’s hand running up and down your back.

“She used to hunt, Y/N. I know she thinks you both got out of the life but...I guess she found out somehow and took revenge,” said Sam.

“So your sister killed this guy? Maybe we should have let them have this case,” said Shawn.

“It’s my sister,” you said, putting your head in your hands.

“Shawn,” said Gus. “We can...ya know...”

“You guys hang out here. Snacks in the fridge, fro-yo stand just down the pier. We’ll be back in a few hours,” said Shawn.

“What are you going to do?” you asked, knowing the answer.

“The part you don’t want to.”

Hey, Y/N? It might be a while before I get some free time to meet Dean and his brother. Work’s hectic right now. It might be a long time before you hear from me again. Just know I love you. -Lauren

She sent that text and you knew Shawn and Gus had confronted her somehow. They let her have one last goodbye where she didn’t know you knew before she took off for good. Maybe they weren’t so bad after all.

“So we shouldn’t show our faces around the station I’m guessing?” you heard Sam ask when the guys finally showed back up.

“Probably not the best idea for now,” said Gus. Shawn came in carrying a few pizzas and you saw him hand one to Dean.

“I’m kind of a dick, you’re kind of a dick but same team and all that,” said Shawn.

“Thanks for not making us do that and letting her...slide a bit. One bit of bad doesn’t outweigh all the good she’s done,” said Dean, standing and shaking his hand. Shawn shook his head to tell all of you to forget about it and that there’d be no problems from them.

“So if you don’t mind me asking, what do you guys actually do? Are you batman types or something?” asked Shawn, eating a piece of pizza and watching you carefully.

“What do you think?” you asked, trying to take your mind off your sister and focus on whatever strange ability this guy had.

“Well we’ve got two brothers, two lovers, a whole lot of emotional scaring not counting today. Strange little family you have. You help people though,” said Shawn.

“’Bout sums it up,” said Dean, plopping back down in his seat.

“Seriously, you guys know about Shawn and you aren’t going to tell?” asked Gus.

“We keep our friends secrets,” said Sam.

“Well in our newfound friendship, what do you guys do?” asked Shawn, not letting it go. The three of you looked at each other and shrugged.

“We hunt the things that go bump in the night. Werewolves, vampires, ghosts, ghouls, demons. Weird random crap,” said Sam.

“I killed Hitler,” said Dean with a smile. You smacked him on the arm, thinking he was done doing that all the time.

“Right,” said Gus, him and Shawn bursting out laughing. “I mean, I know the psychic thing is fake but that stuff? You guys are something else.”

“Whatever,” said Dean. “You guys ever run into any weird stuff, give us a call. That’s more up our alley.”

“Uh guys, Cas texted us a case up in Washington. Wendigo by the looks of it,” said Sam. You groaned, hoping for some more time to get your head on straight.

“Anything we can help with?” asked Shawn, coming out of his laughing state long enough to be genuine.

“No. Just do us a favor and stay out of the Northwest for the next week. Safer that way,” said Dean, standing up, Sam and you following suit.

“Wait,” said Gus, getting his sense back. “You guys are for real?”

“Like we said, ever run into something strange, give us a call.”

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tuseriesdetv · 5 years ago

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Noticias de series de la semana: Vuelve 'Search Party'

La muerte de Bernecker en el set de The Walking Dead

La jueza Emily Brantley ha rechazado el argumento de AMC con el que se defienden de la acusación por la muerte del doble de acción John Bernecker en 2017. La cadena afirma que la producción corría a cargo de otra empresa, Stalwart Films, por lo que no había relación contractual ni de cualquier otro tipo con él, y que, además, el fallecido tenía el control de la escena, mientras que los familiares añaden que otro actor le distrajo empujándole inesperadamente y haciéndole caer fuera de la protección desde una altura de más de seis metros y que, por tanto, no pudo haber aceptado totalmente los riesgos. Un jurado deberá determinar si Bernecker tenía suficiente conocimiento del peligro existente y si AMC queda libre de responsabilidad. El juicio comenzará en Georgia el 9 de diciembre. Las partes acordaron que los daños punitivos tienen un límite máximo de 250.000 dólares según la ley de Georgia, ya que no hubo una intención específica de causar daño. [Fuente]

Renovaciones

HBO Max emitirá la tercera temporada de Search Party y la ha renovado por una cuarta.

Netflix habría renovado The Politician por una segunda temporada. Sin confirmación oficial.

Apple TV+ habría renovado For All Mankind por una 2ª temporada. Sin confirmación oficial.

BBC One ha renovado Ghosts por una tercera temporada.

Noticias cortas

Ardal O'Hanlon (Jack Mooney) abandonará Death in Paradise en la novena temporada.

FOX ha encargado nueve episodios más de Prodigal Son, haciendo un total de veintidós.

The CW ha encargado tres episodios adicionales para la segunda temporada de All American, haciendo un total de dieciséis.

John Boyd (Stuart Scola) será regular en la segunda temporada de FBI.

Gina Yashere (Kemi), además de creadora, escritora y productora de la serie, será un personaje regular en Bob Hearts Abishola.

Asante Blackk (Malik) será regular en la cuarta temporada de This Is Us.

Incorporaciones y fichajes

Clive Owen (The Knick, Closer) protagonizará Lisey's Story junto a Julianne Moore. Será Scott Landon, el marido de Lisey (Moore).

Michiel Huisman (The Haunting of Hill House, Game of Thrones) y Sonoya Mizuno (Maniac, Ex Machina) protagonizarán The Flight Attendant junto a Kaley Cuoco. Serán Alex y Miranda, un adinerado hombre de negocios y una peligrosa mujer de negocios que se cruzan con Cassie (Cuoco).

Michael Raymond-James (Once Upon a Time, Tell Me a Story) será recurrente en Prodigal Son como Paul Lazar, un viejo amigo de Martin (Michael Sheen).

Britt Robertson (Under the Dome, Life Unexpected), Kristoffer Polaha (Condor, Life Unexpected), Austin Basis (Beauty and the Beast, Life Unexpected) y Reggie Austin (Agent Carter, Life Unexpected) se unen como recurrentes a Little Fires Everywhere. Serán una niñera, dos reporteros y el director de un instituto.

François Arnaud (UnREAL; Midnight, Texas) será Dan, uno de los hijos de Sean Sr. (Denis Leary) y Ann (Elizabeth Perkins), en The Moodys, antes conocida como A Moody Christmas. Josh Segarra (Arrow, Orange Is the New Black) y Maria Gabriela de Faría (Deadly Class, Sitiados) serán Marco, el hijo de tío Eugenio y tía Kathy; y Cora, la novia de Marco.

Amber Riley (Glee) será la maestra de ceremonias que presentará a las hijas de Tritón en The Little Mermaid Live!

Tom Austen (The Royals, Grantchester) y Sydney Lemmon (Succession, Fear The Walking Dead) protagonizarán Helstrom. Serán los hermanos Daimon y Ana Helstrom. Elizabeth Marvel (Homeland, Unbelievable) será Victoria, su madre. Ariana Guerra (Raising Dion), Robert Wisdom (Ballers, The Alienist), June Carryl (Mindhunter) y Alain Uy (True Detective, The Passage) serán Gabriella Rosetti, empleada del Vaticano; Caretaker, el guardián del conocimiento de lo oculto; Louise Hastings, la psicóloga de Victoria; y Chris Yen, el mejor amigo de Ana.

Ashley Reyes (The Play That Goes Wrong) se une como regular a la tercera temporada de American Gods. Será Cordelia, una joven a la que se le acumulaban las facturas hasta que Mr. Wednesday (Ian McShane) llegó a su vida. Herizen Guardiola (The Get Down), Eric Johnson (The Knick, Vikings) y Dominique Jackson (Pose) serán recurrentes como Oshun, la diosa del amor en la religión yoruba; Chad Mulligan, jefe de policía de Lakeside; y Ms. World, una encarnación de Mr. World (Crispin Glover).

Paola Lázaro (Lethal Weapon, SMILF) será Juanita Sanchez, también conocida como Princess, en la décima temporada de The Walking Dead.

Georgina Reilly (Murdoch Mysteries, City on a Hill) será recurrente en The Baker and the Beauty como Piper, la mejor amiga de Noa (Nathalie Kelley).

Tim Key (Brassic, Gap Year) será Gus, el dueño de un motel, en la segunda temporada de The End of the F***ing World.

Joe Obsolom (A Confession, Doc Martin), James Cosmo (The Durrells, Hold the Sunset), Stephen Tompkinson (DCI Banks, Trollied), Sharon Small (London Kills, Trust Me), Sunetra Sarker (Ackley Bridge, Informer), Owen McDonnell (Killing Eve, Paula), Steven Robertson (Shetland, Harlots), Amy James-Kelly (Gentleman Jack, Safe), Kerrie Taylor (Where the Heart Is), Wendy Kweh (Holby City, The Bill), Julia Haworth (Coronation Street) y Jack Archer se unen a la segunda temporada de The Bay.

Ellise Chappell (Poldark, Yesterday), Yasen Atour (Marcella, Dark Heart), Sara Seyed, Charles Mnene (The Widow, Misfits), Jacob Collins-Levy (The White Princess), Alan Emrys (Johnny English Strikes Again) y Kiza Deen (Hollyoaks) completan el reparto de Young Wallander.

Luke Thompson (In the Club, Kiss Me First), Will Tilston (Goodbye Christopher Robin), Florence Hunt, Ruby Stokes (Da Vinci's Demons, Una), Phoebe Dynevor (Younger, Snatch), Jonathan Bailey (W1A, Broadchurch), Luke Newton (The Lodge, The Cut), Claudia Jessie (Vanity Fair, Line of Duty) y Ruth Gemmell (Utopia, Penny Dreadful) serán Benedict, Gregory, Hyacinth, Francesca, Daphne, Anthony, Colin, Eloise y Lady Violet Bridgerton en Bridgerton. Ben Miller (Death in Paradise, Johnny English Strikes Again), Polly Walker (Pennyworth, Line of Duty), Bessie Carter (Beecham House, Howards End), Harriet Cains (Marcella, In the Flesh) y Nicola Coughlan (Derry Girls, Harlots) serán Lord Featherington y Lady Portia, Prudence, Philipa y Penelope Featherington. Regé-Jean Page (For the People, Roots), Martins Imhangbe, Lorraine Ashbourne (Cheat, Unforgotten), Ruby Barker (Wolfblood), Adjoa Andoh (Cubumber, Doctor Who), Golda Rosheuvel (Silent Witness, Lady Macbeth) y Sabrina Bartlett (Victoria, Da Vinci's Demons) serán Simon Basset, el desinteresado duque de Hastings; Will Mondrich, un boxeador y amigo del duque que ha ganado fama en Londres; Mrs. Varley, ama de llaves de los Featherington; Marina Thompson, prima de los Featherington recién llegada del campo; Lady Danbury, la legendaria viuda que domina la ciudad; la reina Charlotte y Sienna Rosso, cantante de ópera que tiene una aventura con un importante Lord.

Nicholas Ralph protagonizará All Creatures Great and Small. Será Herriot, un joven veterinario recién cualificado. Le acompañarán Samuel West (Mr. Selfridge, The Frankenstein Chronicles), Anna Madeley (The Crown, Patrick Melrose), Callum Woodhouse (The Durrells) y Rachel Shenton (White Gold, Switched at Birth) interpretando a Siegfried Farnon, el excéntrico cirujano veterinario y propietario de Skeldale House que contrata a Herriot; Mrs. Hall, matriarca y gobernanta de la casa; Tristan, el hermano pequeño de Siegfried; y Helen Alderson, la hija de un granjero local.

Pósters

Nuevas series

Will Smith podría estar desarrollando un spin-off de The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air.

HBO encarga Maniac Cop, reinterpretación de la saga cinematográfica de William Lustig en la que un policía asesino siembra el pánico en Los Ángeles. Escrita por Nicolas Winding Refn (Too Old to Die Young, The Neon Demon). Dirigida por Refn y John Hyams (Black Summer, Z Nation).

BBC Two encarga seis episodios de Semi-Detached, comedia en tiempo real sobre la vida fallida de un perdedor llamado Stuart (Lee Mack, Not Goint Out) que vive en el final de una calle de los suburbios. Protagonizada también por Ellie White (The Windsors, Timewasters), Neil Fitzmaurice (Brassic, Mount Pleasant), Clive Russell (Game of Thrones, Ripper Street), Samantha Spiro (Sex Education, London Spy), Sarah Hoare (Chewing Gum) y Patrick Baladi (Marcella, Stella). Creada por David Crow y Oliver Maltman y dirigida por Ben Palmer (The Inbetweeners, Back).

ITV ha encargado seis episodios de White House Farm, drama sobre el asesinato de cinco miembros de la misma familia -abuelos, madre e hijos gemelos de seis años- en una granja de Essex en agosto de 1985 y la investigación posterior. Basada en hechos reales. Protagonizada por Freddie Fox (Cucumber, Year of the Rabbit), Mark Addy (Game of Thrones, The Full Monty), Stephen Graham (This Is England, Boardwalk Empire), Gemma Whelan (Game of Thrones, Gentleman Jack), Mark Stanley (Sanditon, Criminal), Alexa Davies (Detectorists, Harlots), Cressida Bonas, Alfie Allen (Game of Thrones, Close to the Enemy), Amanda Burton (Silent Witness, The Level) y Nicholas Farrell (The Cry, Will).

Fechas

La sexta temporada de Still Open All Hours se estrena en BBC One el 18 de octubre

The Accident se estrena en Channel 4 el 24 de octubre

La segunda temporada de The End of the F***ing World llega a Netflix el 5 de noviembre

La cuarta temporada de Rick and Morty llega a Adult Swim el 10 de noviembre

La 1ª mitad de la sexta y última temporada de Vikings se estrena en History el 4 de diciembre

Truth Be Told, antes conocida como Are You Sleeping, se estrena en Apple TV+ el 6 de diciembre

Everything's Gonna Be Okay se estrena en Freeform el 16 de enero

Tráilers y promos

Vikings - Temporada 6 y última

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Truth Be Told

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Rick and Morty - Temporada 4

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Nowhere Man

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"Alright, so obviously we can't get it all done in one day." Gus is walking with a spring in his step as per usual. A grizzled ex-FBI agent with a myriad of scars, over a decade of experience on the force, and a license to carry, now the over-enthusiastic tour guide for his colleague. Who would've thought? "However! There's museums, the Statue of Liberty, Empire State Building... obviously some really good delis. Including Mi Amados, run by mi mamá y papá."

A little Spanish slips out as he talks about his parents' little restaurant. He's got an iced coffee in one hand, another holding his jacket near the bottom, keeping it shut so Chelle can stay cradled inside. The chihuahua's tiny head sticks out and bug eyes watch everything.

"What about an art museum to start us off? You game for that?"

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AUGUSTUS “GUS” AMADO is a 42 year old is an ENGLISH PROFESSOR & ASL INSTRUCTOR who lives in Chicago. HE has lived there for all his life! Gus is an ex-FBI agent with plenty of issues and a whole boat-load of trauma. He lives, by choice, in an RV with his old chihuahua Chelle. He likes to smoke weed and tries to be the ‘cool teacher’.

FULL BIO BELOW.

(tw: death, trauma, violence, PTSD)

TL;DR VERSION:

-Grew up in Chicago helping his parents with their sandwich shop -Has PTSD from a very high-stakes old job & lost his long-term partner -English Professor and ASL instructor at University of Chicago -Lives in an RV (by choice!), smokes a lot of pot, & takes care of his chihuahua -He would DIE for his students!!! He loves them so much!! -Yes. Another bisexual disaster.

Gus grew up an absolute momma’s boy. He followed his mother around the house, he cooked with her in the kitchen, and he was spoiled. Maybe his parents weren’t rich, but they worked hard in a small deli and sandwich shop in Chicago. Gus would carry out deliveries from as young as 8 years old and helped slice meat and vegetables as he got older. He always loved reading mystery novels and he’d translate them to his mother in Spanish. It was from a young age he knew he wanted to solve problems. He just wasn’t sure what that meant.

After looking into law enforcement, Gus somehow landed an interview. He was unassuming and a little bit green- he was perfect for the work they wanted him to do. He ended up being an agent, working closely with his partner at the time, Graham, a Deaf man who was another ‘unassuming’ agent. Gus learned ASL for him, and they worked perfectly together. It was an odd job- something he’d never thought he would do. Like he was in some CSI show. And he loved the high stakes, the adrenaline. He and Graham were perfectly in sync. And they did it for years. They formed a partnership that went beyond work- Gus could’ve done it forever.

Until a case went wrong. Gus doesn’t talk about it much any more- it’s too much for him to handle. He’s pushed a lot of it out of his mind- except when it comes roaring back from certain triggering noises, repressed memories. All Gus normally says is that he was in a very high-stakes job. And one of those stakes ended up being his partner. His partner, romantically and otherwise, of almost 8 years.

Gus spent a lot of time healing. He went to physical therapy because he had gone through so much. He had brain trauma, he had PTSD. He goes to a therapist, but he lost so much. To get himself out of the house, he went back to school in his late 30s. After a lot more work and healing, Gus became an English professor and an ASL instructor at UChicago and he pours himself into his work and his students.

#my sweet boy #Im sorry that all my kids are TRAGIC #but he is open for plots & connections!!!#gusbio

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15 filmes inteligentes para assistir no Amazon Prime Video

Nos serviços de streaming, em meio a tantas opções, pode ser difícil encontrar um longa que reúna todas as características de um filme inteligente: roteiro bem construído, direção primorosa e excelentes atuações. Para ajudar aqueles que não gostam de perder tempo com produções de pouca qualidade, a Revista Bula vasculhou o catálogo do Amazon Prime Video e reuniu em uma lista 15 filmes inteligentes de diferentes gêneros, que prendem a atenção do espectador do início ao fim. Entre os selecionados, destacam-se “A Pé Ele não Vai Longe” (2018), de Gus Van Sant; e “O Castelo de Vidro” (2017), dirigido por Destin Cretton. Os títulos estão organizados de acordo com o ano de lançamento.

Capitã Marvel (2019), Anna Boden e Ryan Fleck

Após um acidente, a ex-agente da Força Aérea norte-americana, Carol Danvers, é resgatada pelos Kree, que apagam sua memória e a treinam para fazer parte de um exército de elite. Agora, com força sobrenatural, ela volta ao seu planeta de origem para impedir uma invasão alienígena dos Skrulls. Com a ajuda de Nick Fury, Carol começa a se lembrar do seu passado na Terra e se revolta contra os Kree.

A Pé Ele não Vai Longe (2018), Gus Van Sant

John Callahan é um homem problemático que sofre um grave acidente de carro após dirigir bêbado. Ele fica tetraplégico e, para dar um novo sentido à sua vida, decide se tornar cartunista. Em suas charges, John aborda a vida daqueles que possuem deficiências e doenças crônicas. Seu tom ácido e crítico incomoda a comunidade conservadora, mas ele ganha o respeito e a admiração das pessoas que lidam com problemas parecidos aos seus.

Thunder Road (2018), Jim Cummings

Jim Arnaud é um policial do Texas que está passando pelo momento mais trágico de sua vida. Além de perder a mãe, ele foi traído pela esposa e enfrenta um processo de divórcio complicado. Jim resolve focar suas atenções na criação da filha, fazendo de tudo para que ela se sinta amada. Mas, ele ignora seus próprios problemas emocionais, que acabam atrapalhando sua vida pessoal e profissional.

Tully (2018), Jason Reitman

Marlo é mãe de dois filhos e espera o terceiro. Deprimida pela rotina atarefada, ela não vê perspectivas na vida. Certo dia, seu irmão lhe dá um presente: ele contrata uma babá para cuidar do bebê recém-nascido durante a noite, para que Marlo descanse. Mesmo relutante, ela aceita o presente e acaba se surpreendendo com a babá, Tully. Aos poucos, as duas se aproximam e vivem uma sincera amizade, que traz a alegria de volta à vida de Marlo.

O Castelo de Vidro (2017), Destin Cretton

O filme conta a história real da jornalista Jeanette Walls. Durante a infância, ela enfrenta a pobreza e os ataques violentos do pai alcoólatra. Na adolescência, abandona a família para estudar e construir sua carreira. Anos mais tarde, Walls já é uma famosa colunista quando encontra os pais revirando cestos de lixo em Nova York. A partir desse momento, suas lembranças vêm à tona e ela percebe que precisa encarar o passado para fazer as pazes com a família.

Interestelar (2014), Christopher Nolan

Após ver a Terra consumindo boa parte de suas reservas naturais, um grupo de astronautas recebe a missão de verificar possíveis planetas para receberem a população mundial, possibilitando a continuação da espécie. Cooper é chamado para liderar o grupo e aceita a missão, mesmo sabendo que pode nunca mais ver sua família. Ao lado de Brand, Jenkins e Doyle, ele segue em busca de uma nova casa para a humanidade.

Magia ao Luar (2014), Woody Allen

Nos anos 1920, Stanley é um falso mágico que trabalha desmascarando espiritualistas charlatões. Sua missão atual é descobrir se a jovem Sophie, que diz ser médium, tem realmente poderes sobrenaturais. Cético, ele se aproxima da garota com a intenção de descobrir seus golpes. Mas, com o passar do tempo, Stanley passa a duvidar de suas certezas e se vê cada vez mais apaixonado por Sophie.

Out of The Furnace (2014), Scott Cooper

Russel Baze trabalha em uma usina e mora com o pai e o irmão mais novo, Rodney, um ex-soldado traumatizado com a Guerra do Iraque. Um dia, Russell se envolve num acidente, no qual uma criança morre, e vai preso. Quando sai da cadeia, ele tenta recomeçar a vida e volta para seu emprego na usina. Enquanto isso, Rodney está endividado e começa a organizar lutas clandestinas, envolvendo-se com pessoas perigosas e violentas.

Sniper Americano (2014), Clint Eastwood

Adaptado do livro homônimo, o filme conta a história real de Chris Kyle, um atirador de elite das forças especiais da marinha dos Estados Unidos. Durante a Guerra do Iraque, ele mata mais de 150 pessoas e recebe muitas condecorações por sua atuação. Quando finalmente volta para casa, Kyle precisa enfrentar uma nova missão: deixar as lembranças da guerra no passado e se dedicar à esposa e seus filhos.

O Lobo de Wall Street (2013), Martin Scorsese

Logo após Jordan Belfort conseguir sua licença de corretor, o escritório onde ele trabalha acaba falindo. Com o mercado de investimentos em crise, ele decide abrir sua própria empresa, lidando com ações pequenas, que não estão na bolsa de valores. Por meio de golpes e fraudes, ele consegue construir um império em pouco tempo. Agora milionário, Jordan esbanja seu estilo luxuoso, trai a esposa com prostitutas e se vicia em drogas. Mas, uma investigação secreta do FBI pode colocar sua fortuna em risco.

Blue Jasmine (2013), Woody Allen

Jasmine é uma socialite de Nova York acostumada à vida de luxo proporcionado por seu marido. Quando ele é preso por fraude, ela perde toda sua fortuna e é obrigada a se mudar para São Francisco para morar com a irmã, Ginger. Jasmine acaba encontrando um homem rico, que pode resolver todos os seus problemas financeiros. Mas, em vez de assumir sua atual condição, ela finge que ainda é milionária para tentar conquistá-lo.

O Homem que Mudou o Jogo (2011), Bennett Miller

Após várias derrotas, o orçamento do time de beisebol Oakland Athletics é cortado e vários dos principais jogadores abandonam a equipe. Preocupado, o dirigente Billy Beane contrata Peter Brand, um jovem recém-formado em economia que desenvolveu uma estratégia matemática para deixar o time mais competitivo. Assim, Billy e Peter investem em jogadores mais baratos e inexperientes, mas que têm grande potencial.

Reparação (2008), Joe Wright

Em uma tarde de verão, em 1935, na Inglaterra, a adolescente Briony Tallis vê uma cena que atormenta a sua imaginação: sua irmã mais velha, sob o olhar de um amigo de infância, tira a roupa e mergulha, apenas de calcinha e sutiã, na fonte do quintal da casa de campo. A partir desse episódio, Briony, que sonha em ser escritora, inventa uma história fantasiosa. O boato espalhado pela garota devasta sua família e ela passa o resto da vida tentando desfazer o mal que causou.

Amores Brutos (2000), Alejandro González Iñárritu

As histórias de três personagens se entrelaçam a partir de um acidente automobilístico na Cidade do México. Otávio é dono de um cão de rinha e sonha em fugir com sua cunhada, Susana, usando o dinheiro das lutas. Daniel, um empresário, abandona sua esposa e filhas para viver com Valéria, uma bela modelo por quem está apaixonado. Também se envolve no acidente o ex-guerrilheiro comunista Chiyo, que agora trabalha como matador de aluguel.

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