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popanalysis99 · 3 years ago

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Toxic Men in TV Series who are the absolute worst.

(TW: R*pe and Sexual Assault)

While there are some men who seem to be interesting, let’s not deny the fact that there are most male characters who act like their “toxicity” is cool but honestly, it’s horrible and something not to root for. So here are the toxic male characters who are the absolute worst, excuse my misandry:

Kevin McRoberts - Kevin Can F**k Himself

We had to start somewhere from the bottom of the underworld. A recent entry on this list, Kevin is the lead character Allison’s husband who...let’s just say has the brain of a dumb frat bro who is extremely high on pot and hasn’t recovered since then. While most of the sitcoms in the past would portray these so-called goofy and dim-witted husbands as “big fun” and lovable, Kevin is not like that, at all. In this anti-sitcom nightmare, Kevin literally believes that the whole world revolves around him. He plans such stupid unrealistic schemes to seize the day, recklessly spends the savings on stupid irrelevant sports merchandises and doesn’t even let Allison have her own agency outside of his life. Plus he is so petty and spiteful to the point he destroys one good thing that any of the women in the series have, like Allison’s dream job and Patty’s love life. And that latter was because she didn’t bring him a burger! All of this makes him look less funny and more tyrannical. No wonder poor Allison got spurred into wanting to kill him.

Ross Geller - Friends

Ross may seemed like a “nice guy”, but let’s just agree it was a facade. Ross believes that he knows what’s best for the women he dates in the series and thinks he is superior and is always right about everything. He is seems extremely disturbed over the fact that his ex-wife, Carol is a lesbian and is jilted towards her current wife, Susan and snarks at the latter for it. And then there is her extreme control and jealousy towards Rachel, especially in her career. While Rachel is no saint either, Ross jumps to the conclusion that the man who got her a perfect job wants to sleep with her, then goes out of his way to humiliate and mark his territory on her and even if it’s revealed that the said guy has a girlfriend of his own, Ross still doesn’t abandon his theory, unless he believes that the guy is cheating on his girlfriend with Rachel. And then there is the fact that he joined his student girlfriend on a spring break just to have her all to himself, not caring about the fact that what if one of his students or colleagues would’ve seen him on TV with her and that could’ve put him in a huge scrutiny.

Joe Goldberg - You

The show is basically built around how toxic Joe is, but this didn’t stop him from having his own fanbase apparently, with most of them glossing over his actions. But Joe is not a dream boyfriend at all. Once he sees a woman in front of him, he immediately gets obsessed with her and believes she belongs to him and him only. And to achieve that, he stalks her, he checks everything about her, kills people he believes are harmful to her when he himself is the same and when the woman finds out about him and rejects him, he kidnaps and kills her and the cycle begins again.

Chuck Bass - Gossip Girl

What is it with the teen drama industry’s obsession with the “Bad Boy who can be redeemed with love” trope? Chuck Bass is “the bad boy” of Gossip Girl. If his attempted rape of Serena and Jenny didn’t give fans an indication that how deranged he is, his violent and emotional abuse of his girlfriend Blair cements him as this. He slut-shamed women around him, hit Blair once and even traded her for a hotel ownership and somehow he gets a happy ending with her at the end! What?

Nate Jacobs - Euphoria

Nate is a star quarterback of his high school football team and seems like he has it all, but underneath, he is fucking deranged. His untamed manly rage causes him to physically and emotionally abuse his girlfriend Maddy and blackmail Jules, who didn’t do anything wrong but just sleep with his father, which makes me think that Nate is blackmailing her into lying to the cops about his assault on Maddy when she wasn’t even there when it happened just because it’s fun for him. Honestly, I’d like to see the imagine Rue and Jules had of killing him become a reality someday.

Dawson Leery - Dawson’s Creek

Just because the show is named after him since he is the protagonist, doesn’t justify his actions. Dawson sees himself as some sort of a Nice Guy hero who believes he is entitled to everything. He has this extreme view on women and how they should fulfil his fantasies of his Rom-Com world. He is extremely critical of Jen when he finds out about her promiscuous past and tells her that she should be ashamed of herself for it, and gets jealous when his two best friends Joey and Pacey begin dating. And when he was briefly in the movie business, he was a rookie but was already a primadonna with the director and crew of the movie was working on and insulted a film critic for criticising his movie which was actually bad.

Kilgrave - Jessica Jones

Kilgrave is the main villain of the Marvel-Netflix series Jessica Jones. He becomes obsessed with the titular heroine when she breaks off from his mind-control. Before that, he spent years treating her as his sex slave and raping her constantly, which left her traumatised. He begins to stalker and believe it will be a “lover’s reunion” when he will see her again someday. He manipulates and brainwashes everyone around him to his whim and treats most women as objects but despite all that, sees himself as the good guy of the situation. Even after Jessica finally gives him his just desserts, he still haunts her everyday.

Fernando Vera - Mr. Robot

This spawn of satan is the reason why I decided to write this list in the first place. Where do I even start? He is first introduced into the series when he forces Shayla to go on a date with her and later rape her. This is what causes the misandrist vigilante Elliot to sell him out to the FBI and this apparently turns on Vera and moves his unhealthy obsession to Elliot. He has Shayla killed when he tricks Elliot into breaking him out of prison, then returns to have him all to himself by kidnapping his therapist Krista and forcing information out of her about Elliot so that he could “break him and build him back up”, like a fucked up version of The Taming Of The Shrew. He psychologically abuses Elliot into remembering being sexually abused by his father as a child and proceeds to gaslight him into thinking that he was just helping him. The huge problem with Vera is that he sees himself as some sort of Christian Grey who believes that his abuse towards both Shayla and Elliot is charming. Whenever someone failed his desires, he immediately gets bored of them and moves onto someone else, like when he got Shayla killed and moved onto Elliot. That’s why it felt so cathartic when Krista killed him.

Tate Langdon - American Horror Story

Apparently, he is Tate Langdon and he is...hot?? While most of the AHS fans glorified him due to his emo bad boy nature, let’s not forget the fact that he was a school shooter who murdered innocent students and staff and was in general possessive and toxic towards Violet. So no way he is boyfriend material!

Don Draper - Mad Men

Don Draper was the main protagonist of Mad Men. He was an advertisement and marketing executive who had a lot of vices and did a lot of horrible things such as cheat on his wife and treat almost every women and colleagues like crap.

Dexter Morgan - Dexter

While Dexter might seem like the serial-killer killer, there are a lot of things about him which are unadmirable. He gaslights those he is close to so that they could get off his back, obstructs evidence pointing out to him, captures those who didn’t even fit his victims like Doakes and caused the deaths of LaGuerta, Rita and finally his sister Debra. Yeah I think you should stay away from him.

Walter White - Breaking Bad

Aaah..the worst of the worst. Walter White is the protagonist of the series Breaking Bad. He first starts off as a pushover high school teacher who isn’t respected by anyone. When he gets diagnosed with Lung Cancer, he gets into the meth business so that he could support his family, but we all know that it’s not true. He relishes on the power and glory from being a drug dealer and then kingpin and because of that he ends up abusing both Jesse and Skyler, emotionally abusing and selling out the former to the sadistic Nazis and raping the latter several times. He is so petty and spiteful that he kills anyone insulting his ego, just ask Mike. And even after all this, he still claims that it’s all for his family. Like what?

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fmp2connorbaldry · 3 years ago

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Wonder Woman and the 2017 film:

Wonder Woman or Princess Diana is a superhero created by Detective comics with her first appearance occurring in 1941. She is from Amazonia, a fictional world hidden on Earth that is only inhabited by Women. She is the daughter of the Queen of the the Amazons, Hippolyta and the Greek God, Zeus. She has superhuman strength and knowledges and uses them for the greater good by fighting evil with her variety of equipment such as her tiara that can be used as a boomerang to her iconic, Lasso of Truth. She wonders the earth with her colleagues, the Justice League and by herself whilst adopting her own identity of Diana Prince.

I am looking into this superhero mainly for the 2017 film based around her and how it has been linked beautifully into World War Two.

Source of Image: https://www.themoviedb.org/collection/468552-wonder-woman-collection

The 2017 film of Wonder Woman introduces two historical themes that make it so unique. The biggest theme is that the whole film is set in the second world war with the war raging out of her homeland, Amazonia. The second theme is how Greek Mythology is portrayed with the design of Amazonia as well as the main villain who is supposedly the main cause of the second World war.

The film starts off with Princess Diana training with her commander and auntie, Asteria when a plane comes crashing into their world despite their world being unreachable due to a spell, Zeus had placed. the whole population are shocked to discover that the pilot is not a woman but a man named Steve who tells them that there is a war raging outside of their world, who the Amazonians called the ‘Mans World’, which shocks the Amazonians as they have always lived a peaceful prosperous life. However whenever they is war, they have always believed that Ares, The Greek God of war is responsible and must be stopped in order to stop the war.

The forces that Steve had tried to escape from found a way to get into Amazonia and begin shooting down the buildings, declaring war on the Amazonians. Diana escapes with Steve and they travel to London to speak with his superior officer, Sir Patrick Morgan who takes orders from both the British and American Army and must travel to the village of Feld to liberate it from the Nazi German troops

Over the film, Diana and Steve work with a group of soldiers who figure out the German’s plan of dropping a big bomb full of a mutated strain of Chlorine gas that could affect the world forever. Diana thinks the lead scientist/ general, Erich Ludend is Ares an goes after him but it turns out to be that he is simply Ares’ accomplice and discovers that Sir Patrick Morgan is indeed Ares who has been causing the conflict intentionally whilst being in the background.

I love how the themes of Greek mythology and world war two are mixed to create such an action packed film that is clear to understand whilst not making the film boring in any way. It is one of my favourite superhero films as it provides a good storyline whilst also showing some history behind the mythologies.

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lokiondisneyplus · 4 years ago

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For his entire tenure as an Avenger, Anthony Mackie had never been the first name on the call sheet.

In a galaxy of stars populated by Robert Downey Jr., Chris Evans and Scarlett Johansson, the actor was aware of his place in the on-set pecking order, but would never miss an opportunity to make his presence felt.

“Number six on the call sheet has arrived!” Mackie would routinely shout on films like “Captain America: Civil War” and the box office-busting “Infinity Saga” sequels, according to Marvel chief creative officer Kevin Feige.

It exemplifies the sort of winning tone that the 42-year-old actor has brought to his superhero character the Falcon, aka Sam Wilson, for six movies from the top-earning studio — wry and collegial humor, with the potential to turn explosive at any moment. Both Mackie and his character are set to burn brighter than ever when the Disney Plus series “The Falcon and the Winter Soldier” lands on March 18.

On that call sheet, “Anthony is No. 1,” Feige is happy to report, “but it still says ‘No. 6.’ He kept it because he didn’t want it to go to his head.” The series is essentially a two-hander with his friend and longtime co-star Sebastian Stan, the titular soldier. All six episodes were produced and directed by Emmy winner Kari Skogland (“The Handmaid’s Tale,” “The Loudest Voice”). The series, for which combined Super Bowl TV spot and trailer viewership earned a record-breaking 125 million views this year, is reported to have cost $150 million in total.

For Mackie, though, the show comes at a critical time for both his career and for representation in the MCU. Sam Wilson is graduating from handy wingman (Falcon literally gets his job done with the use of mechanical wings), having been handed the Captain America shield by Evans in the last “Avengers” film. While it’s unclear if he will formally don the superhero’s star-spangled uniform moving forward (as the character did in a 2015 comic series), global fandoms and the overall industry are still reeling from the loss of Chadwick Boseman, who portrayed Marvel’s Black Panther to culture-defining effect. With this new story, Mackie will become the most visible African American hero in the franchise. And when asked whether he’ll be taking the mantle of one of its most iconic characters, he doesn’t exactly say no.

“I was really surprised and affected by the idea of possibly getting the shield and becoming Captain America. I’ve been in this business a long time, and I did it the way they said you’re supposed to do it. I didn’t go to L.A. and say, ‘Make me famous.’ I went to theater school, did Off Broadway, did indie movies and worked my way through the ranks. It took a long time for this shit to manifest itself the way it has, and I’m extremely happy about that,” Mackie says.

Feige says that, especially with the advent of Disney Plus and the freedom afforded long-form storytelling, the moment was right to give the Falcon his due.

“Suddenly, what had been a classic passing of the torch from one hero to another at the end of ‘Endgame’ became an opening up of our potential to tell an entire story about that. What does it really mean for somebody to step into those shoes, and not just somebody but a Black man in the present day?” says Feige.

Like many comic book heroes, Mackie has an origin story marked by tragedy at a young age — specifically around the loss of a parental figure. The New Orleans native is the youngest of six children from a tight-knit middle-class family, whose trajectory was spun into chaos when his mother was stricken with a terminal illness.

“It was unexpected and very untimely. I was 15 when she was diagnosed with cancer, and a few months later, she was gone. She passed the day before my ninth-grade graduation,” Mackie recalls. “If my mom wouldn’t have passed away when I was so young, I wouldn’t be where I am today.”

Mackie had already gravitated toward the performing arts before the loss of his mother, having enrolled at the pre-professional school New Orleans Center for Creative Arts. Like many young people grappling with trauma, Mackie says he began to act out. A core group of teachers helped get him out of trouble. Ray Vrazel, still an instructor at the school, personally drove the student to a Houston-based audition for the University of North Carolina School of the Arts, where he was accepted for his senior year of high school.

“Everything I did, I did for my mama. The idea of leaving home at 17 to go away to school would have never been an option if she was still around. She was my best friend. Losing her gave me a kind of strength, and a desire to succeed,” Mackie says.

Succeed he did. Spending that formative year as a minor on a college campus helped Mackie find his “tribe,” a misfit crew of artists and performers, which propelled him to acceptance at New York’s prestigious Juilliard School in 1997. There he was part of the breakthrough class of students of color to be chosen for the notoriously selective drama program, which Mackie says was liberating given the institution’s track record.

“Our year was a huge transition. There were hardly any Asian people in the drama program, maybe one or two Black people and hardly any Black women. In our class, we had three black women, two black men, one Native American, one Asian female, out of 20 people. Ever since then, the classes have been wildly diverse,” says Mackie, whose fellow students included stage and film star Tracie Thoms and actor Lee Pace.

Following his training, Mackie launched a staggeringly versatile career. He has played Tupac Shakur and Martin Luther King Jr. to similar acclaim, a juicehead bodybuilder in “Pain & Gain” and a homeless gay teen in the Sundance player “Brother to Brother.” He has exhibited remarkable staying power in an industry that often pigeonholes actors and has a pockmarked soul when it comes to inclusion.

“I was drawn to Anthony because of his electrifying ability to combine intensity with sensitivity, courage with compassion, and all of it comes across as inevitable, as if it could be no other way,” says Kathryn Bigelow, who directed him in the 2009 best picture Oscar winner “The Hurt Locker.”

Samuel L. Jackson, whom Mackie calls a mentor and has played alongside in several films, says he has “an innate quality that first and foremost makes everyone want to cast him.” On a recent idle Netflix search, Jackson came across Mackie’s latest sci-fi film, “Outside the Wire,” and it triggered a memory of sitting in the audience for his performance in the 2010 Broadway production of Martin McDonagh’s play “A Behanding in Spokane.”

“Watching him onstage, I thought, he’s a very adroit actor capable of putting on many hats. He’s fearless and will try to be anybody. Then, on my TV, he’s playing a nanobyte soldier or some shit,” Jackson says.

Though always humble about getting the next job, pre-Marvel Mackie was rarely offered pole position.

“There were certain pegs. My first was ‘8 Mile.’ It was a monumental step at the beginning of my career,” Mackie says of the 2002 Curtis Hanson film that elevated rapper Eminem to multi-hyphenate stardom.

“After that it was ‘Half Nelson.’ It blew up Ryan Gosling, so I was there to ride the wave. Then ‘The Hurt Locker,’ and it blew up Jeremy Renner. It was the joke for a long time — if you’re a white dude and you want to get nominated for an Oscar, play opposite me. I bring the business for white dudes,” says Mackie.

He remembers the sensation “Hurt Locker” caused during its awards season. It was a moment he thought would change everything as he stood on the stage of the Dolby Theatre with the cast and filmmakers, having just sipped from George Clooney’s flask while Halle Berry radiated a few rows away.

“I thought I would be able to move forward in my career and not have to jostle and position myself for work. To get into rooms with certain people. I thought my work would speak for itself. I didn’t feel a huge shift,” he says, “but I 100% think that ‘The Hurt Locker’ is the reason I got ‘Captain America.’”

He’s referring to “Captain America: The Winter Soldier,” the 2014 Marvel film that was the first to be directed by Joe and Anthony Russo (the current title holders for the highest-grossing film of all time with “Avenges: Endgame”). Mackie says that blockbuster not only gave him his largest platform to date but changed expectations of superhero movies forever.

“It was the first of the espionage, Jason Bourne-esque action movies at Marvel. After that, the movies shifted and had different themes and were more in touch with the world we live in, more grounded,” he says.

Bolstered by the words of another mentor, Morgan Freeman, Mackie feels no bitterness about his path.

“We did ‘Million Dollar Baby’ together, and when we were shooting this movie, I got offered a play. When you do Off Broadway, it’s $425 a week. In New York, that’s really $75 per week. I got a movie offer at the same time, and it was buckets of money. Three Home Depot buckets of money were going to be dropped off at my door,” Mackie says. “The script was awful; the whole thing was slimy. I went to Morgan’s trailer and asked him what he would do. He took a second and said, ‘Do the play. When Hollywood wants you, they’ll come get you. And when they come get you, they’ll pay for it.’ That blew my mind, and I left him that day with such a massive amount of confidence. He’s been a huge influence on me.”

He used the currency of that first Russo Brothers film and five subsequent ones to do what many creators and performers in Hollywood have done in recent years to help balance the scales of profit and representation in content: make things on his own.

Last year, Mackie produced and starred in “The Banker” — what would be Apple Studios’ first foray into original streaming film distribution and the awards landscape — through his banner Make It With Gravy. The film follows the true story of America’s first Black bankers and the white frontman they deployed to acquire the institution, all while supporting Black-owned businesses and communities in the process. A late-breaking scandal over sexual misconduct accusations involving the real-life family members of the film’s subjects delayed the release, overshooting awards-season deadlines and entangling the fledgling producer.

“It was a good lesson, and gave me a new perspective on the world around us. It’s very important to me that the women by my side are treated equally. It was a valuable lesson learned. I was very humbled by my sisters, for once not being mean to me,” he says.

Mackie is in development on the film “Signal Hill,” about the early days of lawyer Johnnie Cochran and the theater he brought to courtrooms long before the O.J. Simpson trial, and is hoping to secure the life story of civil rights pioneer Claudette Colvin as a vehicle for his directorial debut. Raising four sons of his own now, Mackie wants his off-screen work to make them well-rounded men.

“Look at Robin Williams,” he says. “He used to be crass and funny, and then he had kids, and he started doing all these family-friendly movies. Same thing with Eddie Murphy. I’m trying to curate my children’s experience with the things that I’ll be producing, rather than starring in. That’s what is most important. They know my job is my job; they know who I am. I’ve given up the idea of them ever thinking that I’m cool,” he says.

Jokes about the call sheet are among many of Mackie’s filming quirks. Jackson says that sets are often littered with hidden cigar stubs, to be fired up between takes or after long days. Bigelow says his rapport with crew has led to nights where the “clock was ticking but it was impossible to regain composure enough to shoot.” But according to Evans, no Mackie-ism is more famous than the phrase he bellows whenever his directors cut a scene: “Cut the check!”

Evans says this “will be forever associated with Mackie. I find myself saying it on sets all the time. I love it. But I’ll never be able to say it as well as him.”

As the man handing Mackie his armor, Evan says the Falcon’s “role within the Marvel universe has answered the call to action time and time again. He’s proven his courage, loyalty and reliability over multiple films. Sam has given so much, and he’s also lost a lot too. He believes in something bigger than himself, and that type of humility is necessary to carry the shield.”

The question of Sam Wilson’s humanity will be explored at length in “The Falcon and the Winter Soldier,” what Mackie calls a deeper showcase for both himself and Stan and their characters. It was a prospect that at first confused and frightened him.

“I didn’t think we could do on the television what we’d been doing on the big screen. I didn’t want to be the face of the first Marvel franchise to fail. Like, ‘See? We cast the Black dude, and now this shit is awful.’ That was a huge fear of mine, and also a huge responsibility with playing a Marvel character,” Mackie says.

He was quickly assuaged by the level of depth in the scripts from head writer Malcolm Spellman (“Empire,” “Truth Be Told”), especially when it came to the nuances of Wilson — a Black American man with no powers beyond his badass wings.

“Sam Wilson as played by Mackie is different than a Thor or a Black Panther, because he’s not from another planet or a king from another country,” Feige says. “He’s an African American man. He’s got experience in the military and doing grief counseling with soldiers who have PTSD. But where did he grow up? Who is his family? Mackie was excited to dig into it as this man, this Black man in particular, in the Marvel version of the world outside our window.”

Mackie celebrates Sam’s relatability in a universe full of mythological gods and lab-made enforcers. “I’m basically the eyes and ears of the audience, if you were put in that position where you could go out and fight alongside superheroes. It adds a really nice quality to him, that he’s a regular guy who can go out there and do special things,” Mackie says.

While bound by standard Marvel-grade secrecy, the actor confirms there have been no discussions of a second season for “The Falcon and the Winter Soldier.” As the majority of domestic movie theaters remain closed due to the coronavirus pandemic, he is equally unaware of the theatrical prospects for his Falcon character — or the Captain he may become by the end of this Disney Plus run. For now, he’s content to take up the mantle left by Boseman, a quietly understood pact of responsibility to Marvel-loving kids the world over.

“For Chad and I, [representation] was never a conversation that needed to be had because of our backgrounds. There was a hinted-at understanding between the two of us, because we’re both from humble beginnings in the South; we have very similar backgrounds. We knew what the game was. We knew going into it,” he says.

Outside comic book movies, Mackie is not done searching as a performer. There is a particular genre he would very much like to cut him a check.

“My team gets mad at me for saying this, but I would love to do a cheesy old-school ‘When Harry Met Sally’-type of project,” he says. “One of those movies where I’m working outside and have to take my shirt off because it’s too hot. I want a romantic comedy. I want to do every movie written for Matthew McConaughey that he passed on.”

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gamergirl929 · 4 years ago

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Everybody Is Shayna-Sexual (Shayna Baszler x Reader)

Anonymous Request: Shayna Baszler was cocky, confident, a woman who got whatever she wanted, when she wanted, WHOEVER she wanted when she wanted and at this moment, she wanted you.

What she didn’t expect was for you to change her life entirely.

Shayna Baszler, was confident, she was cocky, the woman strutting around backstage, demanding to be seen, which of course, she always was.

It seemed as of late, that Shayna’s newest conquest wasn’t a title at all, far from it.

“Hey.”

Your brows quirk as you turn towards Shayna, the woman smirking, her hands jammed in her leather jacket’s pockets.

“Hey.” You smile, swallowing hard when Shayna’s brown orbs rake down your front.

Your cheeks flush when the woman takes a step closer.

“I think it would be a shame for me not to mention how great you look tonight.” She smirks.

Your brows arch as the woman leans back against a nearby wall, eyeing you intently, her bottom lip trapped between her teeth.

Unbeknownst to you, a tech is headed your way, the man’s voice making you jump.

“Ms. Y/L/N, you’re on in five.”

Shayna sends him a glare, the man making a hasty escape moments after.

Shayna pushes herself off the wall, strutting toward you, the woman leaning in to whisper in your ear.

“Good luck, I’ll be watching your match very…” Shayna pauses her fingertips brushing your forearm, the woman smirking when she sees goosebumps sprouting on your arm.

“Very closely.” She finishes, the woman grinning as you dumbly nod.

You point over your shoulder.

“I should…” You nod. “Yeah…”

Shayna watches with a snort as you sprint in the direction of the ring, the Cage Fighter shaking her head.

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The second you step into the empty locker room, you’re guided back into a nearby wall, your eyes as wide as saucers when you see who it was that had put you in that position.

“Pretty good match.” Shayna smirks and you swallow hard.

“T-Th-Thanks.” You stammer The Queen of Spades smirk widening.

“Why are you so nervous around me?” She asks, smirk splitting into a grin when your cheeks darken.

“I-I-I'm not.” You stutter.

The air is suddenly knocked from your lungs when you feel Shayna’s lips brush your jaw.

“Doesn’t seem that way...” Shayna hums, her nose running along your jawline, bumping against your ear as she whispers. “In fact, you seem tense.”

You inhale sharply when Shayna’s lips part, the woman nipping at your ear lobe, her lips barely touching your flesh.

Shayna wraps her arms around you, grinning when you noticeably shutter.

“Maybe you’re not nervous, or tense... Maybe it’s something else?” She smirks, her eyes raking down your front.

You swallow hard, your heart pounding hard in your chest.

“Wh-What do you mean...?” You ask, watching as a cocky smirk stretches across Shayna’s face.

However, just as her lips part to speak, the door starts to creep open, giving Shayna the opportunity to make an escape, falling onto a nearby bench as you rest against the wall, your cheeks flushed, your disheveled state completely missed by Ruby Riott and Liv Morgan.

You close your eyes, attempting to take a deep breath, completely missing the way that Shayna eyes you, the woman smirking.

She had the effect on you that she’d been looking for.

Now, she just had to go in for the kill.

Though, the more she thought about it, the more she realized you weren’t anything like the other women she’d been with before, far from it in fact.

You were so different, that she didn’t think the relationship between the two of you would be ANYTHING like those before you, no, it was going to be something ENTIRELY different.

***

Shayna realized her feelings for you were different when you were cornered by Nia Jax backstage, the things she was feeling far more than the lust she was used to.

Shayna makes her way hastily through the backstage area, following the sounds of shouting, that shouting enviably leading her to you, and by extension, Nia, Nia who currently has you pinned against a nearby wall.

Nia lets you go seconds later, considering she’s busy attempting to pry Shayna Baszler’s arms from around her throat, though it’s to no avail.

“Are you alright?” Shayna asks as she kneels down in front of you, Nia flat on the floor behind her, clutching her throat as she coughs.

“Ye-Yeah.” You swallow hard, fear written on your face.

Shayna snarls, helping you to your feet before she turns back towards Nia, the Samoan slowly moving to her feet.

Brown orbs widen when suddenly, Nia falls to the backstage floor courtesy of a super kick to the head from your boot.

Shayna turns towards you, the Cage Fighter smirking.

“Impressive.”

“Thanks.”

***

The dynamic between the two of you changed drastically after that, Shayna Baszler was no longer just the flirty, intimidating woman she was backstage, no, she was significantly softer, the woman smiling more around you, that smile far from the cocky one she portrayed on TV.

Speak of the devil, a sweet covered Shayna Baszler flops down on a backstage crate beside you, the woman taking a deep breath.

The woman turns to you with a small smile, unaware that she has a bit of blood trailing down her chin from a split lip.

Shayna’s brows arch as you swipe her towel from around her neck, the woman’s cheeks flushing from more than exertion when you cup her cheek tenderly with one hand.

Brown orbs dart around your face as you stick your tongue out in concentration, delicately wiping blood from Shayna’s chin.

“At least this time it’s YOUR blood on your face.” You tease, receiving no reply from the Queen of Spades, who can't’ seem to find words.

You swallow hard, your eyes darting around the woman’s face as your thumb traces her bottom lip unconsciously.

A loud noise pulls the two of you apart, the two of you bashfully turning away from one another, cheeks flushing red.

You rub the back of your neck nervously, turning coyly towards her, your eyes locking with Shayna’s soft brown orbs.

The second your eyes lock your heart flutters in your chest.

Unbeknownst to you, Shayna’s does as well.

***

It wasn’t much of a surprise when yet again Nia made her presence known, the woman storming down to the ring as you secured a win over Lacey Evans.

The match you’d just had was grueling, beating a former #1 contender for the Smackdown Women’s Championship was far from easy, and now you had an angry Samoan making her way down to the ring.

“Oh shit.”

***

The next time Shayna sees you, it’s in the trainer’s room, the trainer nursing your split lip, busted nose and black and blue eye.

Shayna limps into the trainer’s room, nursing her own wounds as she makes her way towards you.

“I swear I’ll get her back for this.” She grimaces as she holds her ribs, brown orbs inspecting you closely, zeroing in on your swelling, bruised eye.

The woman lets out a snarl, turning to head towards the door, without a doubt to go pick a fight with Nia, but you stop her, catching her wrist.

“Stop, you’re worse off than I am, don’t go picking a fight when you’re injured.”

Shayna growls, pulling her wrist out of your hold.

“Don’t tell me what to do! You think I should just LET her hurt you and not do anything about it!?” She roars, your eyes widening at the complete look of ire on the woman’s face.

“Just-

“No Y/N.” She growls. “I won’t let her get away with it.”

You give her forearm a squeeze.

“Please, stay...”

Shayna takes a deep breath, turning towards you, your bottom lip jutting out in a pout tugging a her heart strings enough to get her to sit beside you on the trainer’s bed.

“Fine.”

***

Shayna Baszler, was pissed.

You weren’t even looking at her, and you knew it, the woman growling every time you winced or grimaced as the trainer did his best to stitch a gash that cut across your eyebrow.

You let out a whine prompting Shayna to snarl.

“Be careful.” She growls at the trainer who nods nervously.

As the trainer works, you hear Shayna mumbling under her breath, unable to catch what she’s saying.

Even as angry as Shayna was, she didn’t leave your side, the woman sitting right beside you as your eyebrow was stitched up, the woman’s hand on your forearm when the syringe full of numbing solution pierces your skin.

The pain comes second, the feel of Shayna’s thumb running back and forth across your arm coming first.

Shayna frowns at the wrinkle in your brow, the needle causing you obvious pain.

“Easy.” Shayna snarls angrily at the trainer, the man swallowing hard.

“I’m doing my best Ms. Baszler.”

“Apparently your best isn’t-

Shayna goes silent when you grab her hand, giving it a squeeze, the Queen of Spades cheek’s flushing pink.

“It’s alright.” You whisper, closing your eyes as the numbing takes hold.

***

Shayna remains silent for the remainder of the procedure, the woman watching intently as each stitch is made.

The woman remains silent as she drives the two of you to your hotel, the woman focused entirely on the road.

You fidget nervously in your seat, wondering what it was that had changed the dynamic between the two of you, the woman turning into the silent statue she was backstage when you weren’t around.

You eventually get to the hotel, the Cage Fighter helping you to your room before she takes her leave, giving you a single nod before she disappears behind the closed door.

You frown sadly, shuffling towards the bathroom.

“What did I do wrong?”

***

Less than an hour passes before a hesitant knock sounds at your door, your brows furrowing as you shuffle to the locked door, tugging it open without even looking through the peephole.

Your eyes widen when you realize the person behind the door was Shayna Baszler. She waits until you step to the side, the woman slipping into the room, the woman still entirely silent.

The moment you turn around, your eyes widen, the crestfallen look on her face making you frown.

“What’s wrong?” You ask as you make your way towards her, the woman avoiding eye contact.

“I’m sorry I yelled at you in the trainer’s room... And I’m sorry I snapped at you...” She frowns. “I just...”

Shayna’s eyes widen when you throw your arms around her, the woman stiffening within your arms.

You’re about to pull back when Shayna’s arms slip around your middle, the woman giving you a gentle squeeze as she buries her nose in your neck.

“I wasn’t angry at you.” She whispers. “I just want to tear Nia’s head off.” She growls and you snicker.

“She isn’t worth it.”

Shayna sighs, her nose brushing your neck.

“But you are.”

Your eyes widen as you pull back, your cheeks flushed as your Y/E/C orbs dart around her face.

Shayna, much to your surprise, cups your cheeks, the woman scanning the recently stitched gash across your eyebrow.

Boldly, she tilts her head back to press a kiss to the marred flesh, your eyes widening and cheeks flushing the second her lips touch your flesh.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there.” She frowns, your hands moving to cover hers.

“You had your own issues to deal with...” You interlace your fingers with hers, the woman eyes fluttering shut as she rests her forehead against yours.

“Still, I should’ve been there...”

Your eyes flutter open, your eyes darting around the woman’s face, her brown orbs hidden behind her closed eyelids.

It’s in that moment that you follow what your heart had been telling you all along, tilting your head back to press a kiss to Shayna’s lips.

Shayna’s eyes flash open, the woman stiffening, forgetting ENTIRELY that she isn’t reciprocating.

You pull back abruptly, your cheeks blood red.

“I-I-I-I'm sorry I-

Shayna cuts you off midsentence, with her lips, lips that are softer than you could’ve ever possibly imagined.

Shayna holds your waist in a way that contrasts her behavior immensely, her lips moving against yours in a tender and tantalizing dance that leaves you breathless.

The two of you part, but not before Shayna closes the distance between you again, kissing you so soft it feels as if her lips aren’t even touching yours.

Your eyes flutter open at roughly the same time, your Y/E/C orbs locking with Shayna’s soft brown orbs, eyes that sparkle with something you’d seen glimpses of before when looking into the woman’s eyes.

“I’ve been wanting to do that...”

“For a long time?” You finish, the woman grinning, her cheeks pink.

“Ye-Yeah.”

You smile grabbing Shayna by the front of her shirt and pulling her towards the bed.

“Come on, let’s get to bed, I know you’re hurting too.” You give her a tug, the woman rolling her eyes.

“I’m totally fi-OW!” Shayna winces when you give her a side a poke, the woman’s eyes narrowing.

“Fine. Fine.” She grumbles as you pull her to the bed, the two of you sliding under the covers.

You shuffle closer until your head makes contact with Shayna’s chest, the woman’s heart beating hard beneath your ear.

You roll on your side, wrapping your arms around her, the woman beaming as she slips an arm around you.

“I’m still tearing her head off next time I see her.” Shayna mumbles.

You roll your eyes with a laugh.

“Only if I get to help.”

Shayna shrugs as she runs her fingers through your hair.

“Maybe when I’m done with her.”

You scoff.

“Who says YOU get retribution first?”

Shayna smiles, watching as your eye lids flutter.

“How about the one who stays awake longest gets Nia first?” She smirks, the woman grinning when you growl.

“That isn’t fair...” You pout, yawning as Shayna’s nails dig into your scalp.

“Sleep Y/N...”

You huff.

“Fine, but I’ll get her second.” You yawn, your eyes fluttering shut.

Shayna looks down at your sleeping face for a moment, grinning as she tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“Of course, you will.”

Shayna watches you sleep with a smile, the woman turning her head to kiss your temple.

“Night Y/N.” She whispers, grinning when you sleepily reply.

“Night Shay.”

#wwe imagine #wwe x reader #shayna baszler x reader #shayna baszler imagine

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kob131 · 4 years ago

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Okay, now we’re doing Mordred.

Personal statement: I’m a little miffed when it comes to the fandom and the character of Mordred. The fandom tends to portray her as a generic rambuncious tomboy or generic tsundere at best and a trans stereotype at worst. While the former is true and the latter could be true depending on what the creators’ say- there’s a LOT more to Mordred than ‘badass’, ‘tsundere’ and ‘tomboy.’

Let’s try the beginning for now. To begin with, Mordred isn’t human. She’s actually a homunculus made to be a clone of her father Arturia. This was done to her by her mother, Morgan Le Fay, as a part of a revenge plot against the king. Because of this, Mordred aged a lot faster than a normal person. As in, despite looking like a teenager, Mordred can’t be older than 9, likely a few years younger. She also likely...didn’t have a good childhood. Truth be told, little is known about Mordred’s time before the Round Table. All we do know is that however her mother raised her, it led Mordred to believe that mothers in general don’t care about their kids.

Sometime later, she joins the Round Table after being recommended by Morgan. All of this being a ploy to get her close to the king and usurp the throne for her. Slight problem there-despite being raised to hate Arturia, Mordred ended up idolizing her because of the king’s perceived inhumanity and her benevolence. She stays on the Round Table not as a spy for Morgan but rather as a genuine knight serving the king. Despite this, she still listens to her mother’s order to keep her helmet on at all times.

Near the end of Camelot, Morgan and Mordred meet up once again, with the former rather agitated that Mordred hadn’t fulfilled her purpose yet. In this exchange, Morgan lets slip just who her father was. Finding that out, Mordred went off to confront Arturia about this, hoping to be her heir. ... She got shot down. Things went...badly, oh so badly afterward. Mordred’s admiration turned to hatred for her father and drove her to commit the infamous rebellion that destroyed Camelot, betrayed her father’s trust and ultimately killed them both.

Moving on to her tenure as a Servant, she’s summoned by Kairi Shisigou in the Great Holy Grail War as the Saber of Red. Despite her dislike of magus, she and Kairi get along extraordinarily well, becoming a highly effective combo that tended to win even against highly powerful enemies. Ironically, Mordred ends up being one of the most loyal Servants in the war. This culminating in her final moments in the war. After fighting and defeating the Assassin of Red Semiriamis at the cost of her Master being mortally injured, she doesn’t attempt to ally herself with one of the Servantless Masters and instead decides to die by his side.

Later, she’s summoned in both the London and Camelot Singularities. Here we see a rather stark contrast. In London, she acts as Chaldea’s strongest ally in the Singularity, to the point she helps Mash develop as a Servant and goes out of her way to help them. In Camelot, she’s allied with the villain of the Singularity, a godly version of her father called the Lion King, and works as a brute enforcer destined to die. She also appears in the third Lostbelt...but mostly as a comparison to Spartacus so I’ll skip the details there.

So, if I had to give a word to describe Mordred, ‘Paradoxical’ would be a good one. She hates being referred to as a female but also hates being referred to as a male. She tries to act aloof but craves affection from people. Her legend is based around her betrayal and yet she’s steadfast loyal in all her appearances. She’s rough and strong but shockingly fragile at times. And while she claims to hate her father...well...

Everything traces back to her past in Camelot. Again, Mordred is actually a lot younger than she appears to be. Arturia’s reign only lasted ten years and Mordred was born during this time, meaning she’s likely well below double digits in terms of chronological age. This means Mordred is around the age when children are still highly sensitive and emotional, unable to properly control their emotions. While this is partially due to how developed their brains are, a great part of this is also life experience which Mordred severely lacks.

Then we have her upbringing. Mordred has never directly spoken about her childhood but the one indication we get from her second Interlude (the line about mothers not caring about their kids) implies Mordred was treated rather poorly by her mother. A child around her chronological age has poor emotional maturity even if they have good parents. Remove one parent and have the other treat her poorly and you have what is an abused child stuck in the body of a teenager. The series isn’t even subtle with Mordred effectively being a kid, her attitude is constantly portrayed as immature, hyperactive and all around childish.

This is also why she took Arturia’s rejection so hard. While she asked to be Arturia’s heir, her actions and talk as a Servant seem to indicate she conflated being family to her with being her heir. So when she was rejected, it wasn’t that she was told she couldn’t be king- to her, Mordred thought she was rejected as family. To say nothing of her own insecurities about being Morgan’s child.

A few of you more familiar with the Round Table, Fate version or real, are probably thinking ‘Well, not like she was completely isolated. She must have friends within the Round Table. Hell, she has other family members, the Orkney siblings are all Morgan’s children too!’ Problem there is that she was ordered by her mother to not remove her helmet around others. You can’t really bond with someone if you have to keep your guard up at all times. As for her other family members, their interactions (like Mordred brushing off Gawain and Gareth being somewhat distant with her, not even knowing her actual gender) indicate both parties were unaware of their connection. So she had no friends or family to make up for her warped upbringing. It isn’t a concidence that once she finds an accepting father figure in Kairi, she starts to develop out of her worse traits.

Moving on, Mordred also has serious issues regarding her identity. This most obviously manifests as her contradictory stance in regards to her gender. She hates being called a woman due to the negative connotations her time period had about women and how it would disqualify her from being Arturia’s heir...but she can’t be treated as a man either, as that denies who she is. This continues on into her legend as well: at first she sounds proud of her rebellion and her betrayal...but other more personal times she indicates she regrets what she did and hates herself for it. She claims to have surpassed her father as a knight in one breath then calls herself third-rate and a poor knight in the next. She supposedly embraces her legend as a traitor...yet refuses to betray her allies and stays loyal. She tries to act like she’s some big bad villain who doesn’t care but she tries to uphold her knight’s honor as any member of the Round Table would.

All in all, she comes across as someone trying to look and seem strong...because she’s been wounded one too many times.

This is especially notable with her feelings towards her father. On the surface, she talks big about hating her father. And superficially, it seems to add up as she constantly challenges and fights against Arturia. And yet, her wish on the Holy Grail is to pull the sword Caliburn from the stone, trying to prove herself to her father. She actually hates it when someone insults her father, she still tries to act as a knight under her father. And in Apocrypha, in her final fight, it turns out there’s a specific reason WHY she’s trying to prove herself by drawing Caliburn and not, say, beating her father in a fight or surviving Camalann: She wants to draw Caliburn so her father doesn’t. Because being king caused untold pain and suffering for Arturia and deep down, Mordred wanted her to be happy.

In the end, Mordred comes off as a deeply flawed, deeply damaged person. Someone who was robbed of any kind of choice or chance at a good life, trying her best to make the most of her mistakes. And yet, she tries her best to care for the people she loves, even the person who seemed to hurt her the most. And through the chances others give her, she becomes a better and better person.

She’s just a child who needs what all children need: love and guidance.

#fate series #mordred #saber of red

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crystalwillow · 4 years ago

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Friendbound

Hello my loves! I just wanted to pop in here with a little note before you read this fiction. I had originally planned to make this a two part fiction to post on two different days in one week but then I realized that I’m not going to be able to do that just due to the fact I am so back logged with fiction ideas and stories to work on for Wattpad so I’ve done my best to try and make it a good one part read and maybe sometime in the future I will comeback to this idea and do a part two/sequel where the girls vacation. I also just want to say that I’ve lost my tag list for people who wanted to be tagged in this, so I am just going to have to hope you see this at this point aha. I am also going to address the fact that if you don’t see yourself being mentioned much in this fiction or having little dialogue, the reason for that is me not knowing your characters personality or pronouns and not wanting to portray or address them in the wrong way.

Anywho, I hope you all enjoy this fiction and if you have any constructive criticism that you feel I could take on board to apply into my future fiction writing please comment it and I will be sure to make a note of it as I will take it happily to improve upon my writing skills.

Much Love,

tyrilsnightbloom xoxo

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"Ladies and Gentlemen, we are coming upon our decent, please buckle your seatbelts and follow all safety procedures told to you at the beginning of and during this flight. Once again we are coming upon our decent to JFK airport in New York City, New York. We hope you enjoyed your flight with us. Thank You for choosing America Air!" the pilot of the aircraft said as the flight descended from the air into the airport.

A few minutes later and the plane has safely landed and unloaded it’s passengers, all of them entering the bustling JFK airport to baggage claim to get their bags. Once they had collected their bags some people grouped together as they headed outside to look for someone holding a sign reading "Pixelberry Winners" chatting excitedly amongst themselves. "Where are they?" one of the young women asked looking around excitedly, "over there!" another exclaimed, and they grabbed their suitcases rushing over to the people holding their sign. "Names?" the man spoke with no tone. "Uh. I'm Kay" one girl said nervously, "Angela" the next said holding her hand up "And I'm Yuri" the last spoke as the man checked them off of the list and they stood over with another young woman to the side. "Hey" Angela smiled holding her hand out, "Hi... I'm Tia" the young woman said shyly as she shook Angela's hand. The 4 young women waited, by their car for the last 2 winners of the competition to arrive. Once they did they all piled into the waiting mini bus and were taken to the hotel they would be staying at. Shortly after that they had checked into the hotel they were in the restaurant, ordering their lunch before going to settle into their rooms, ready for the tour around New York the next day.

It was early the next morning and the fans had all gathered round a couch in the lobby of the hotel waiting for their tour guide. After about 25 minutes a smiley woman approached the group with someone who has very distinguishable purple hair with her “Hi! Are you guys the group of Pixelberry winners?” she asked cheerily, with a smile. They all nodded enthusiastically and jumped to their feet. The cheery lady introduced herself as the tour guide and led the girls to the mini bus, they would be taking round the city to see all of the sites from Bloodbound. The tour went smoothly, and the tour guide even brought the girls some street food from a vendor that is rumoured to be frequented by the BloodBound crew. Towards the end of their tour the main tour guide spoke up. “Now I’m sure y’all are excited to try and run into one of the vampires. And I’ve seen you looking at my apprentice weirdly all day today so… Jade… why don’t you reveal your true self to the people here today.” She beams as the woman with purple in her hair that has been on the tour all day too slowly takes off her disguise, revealing herself to be Lily Spencer, the fans gasping excitedly. “Hey guys! It’s been such a pleasure to meet you today and get to show you some of the sites we had the pleasure of visiting during our crazy journey. Now obviously I’ve stayed in the bus because it’s been daytime. But now that it’s dark out… Who wants to come to one of the coolest places in New York with me and meet the rest of the gang?!” she asks excitedly. “I’d love to but I’m tired and need to get some rest after today.” Morgan said with an apologetic look, Cassy agreeing with her and hopping back into the mini bus so they could be taken back to the hotel safely. Everyone else however excitedly agreed to go along with Lily, awe struck by her up close beauty and excited to meet everyone else. “I wonder what Amy is like in real life?” Yuri asked, “I hope she as much a gem as she is in the books and movies” Angela replied. “psshhhh. Forget that, I want to witness Jax’s abs. front row seat!” Tia exclaimed, Lily turning and smirking at her. “I like you already” she grinned, fangs poking out a little.

Soon they were arriving at the spot where Lily was taking them, “Yo Lilz!” a voice shouted out and she turned to the 4 fans who had come with her, “you ready?” she smiled, and they nodded nervously. Lily led them to the booth and sat down with a smile. “Who are these people?” Kamilah asked clenching her fist, ready to defend herself. “Kamilah relax. It’s 4 of the lucky 6” Lily said softly, placing a gentle hand over Kamilah’s. Not long after Adrian and Jax appeared holding trays of drinks, “Oh. We have company?” Adrian asked as he slid into the booth next to Amy, sliding his arm round her waist and kissing her temple gently. “ah! Cuutteeee.” Kay squealed, causing Adrian to blush lightly. Jax brought over 3 chairs and placed them round the table. “I could only find 3 spares.” He said as he placed the final chair. Tia was occupied on her phone, reading through something, and smiling. Jax turned to try and get her attention but froze and choked on his words, this caused Tia to snap her head towards the commotion, “are you okay?” she said with a worried arched brow, looking at Jax who nodded and took a few moments to compose himself. “I was going to say, you can take my seat if you want to. I could only find 3 spares and I don’t mind standing” he said, “Oh.. th-thank you. That’s incredibly kind of you” she blushed as she took the seat. “No worries” he smiled. Lily got to gossiping about the latest Fangbook drama. The fans sat talking quietly amongst themselves, “Anyway, I don’t believe we’ve been acquainted.” Adrian smiled at the fans, Lily started introducing them one by one. The fans waved and said one fact about themselves as Lily introduced them and soon they were conversing with the group laughing and having fun. It was a little later on and the chatter had died down and every one was either talking quietly in pairs or checking their phones. Tia looked over at the dance floor and got up heading towards it. “Wait for me! Amy come on!” Lily called out as she shot up from her seat at the table, grabbing Amy’s wrist and heading to the dance floor with Tia. Kamilah and Adrian stayed sat at the table chuckling at the 3 starting to dance and slowly the other 3 fans, Angela, Yuri, and Kay joined them, letting themselves loose and making the wildest of shapes with their bodies. At some point Tia was at the bar getting another drink when Jax walked up beside her. “Oh hey Jax! You okay?” she asked happily. “No.” he answered grumpily making her frown, “what’s wrong?” she pouted, and he suppressed a small smile creeping onto his features and looked at her, “I can’t figure out how you’re so beautiful” he replies, “Oh..” Tia blushed as she picked up her drink sipping on it to try and hide the blush a little. “That’s cute.” Jax commented quietly causing Tia to blush even more and her legs turned to jelly so she took a seat at the bar and Jax sat with her for a little while. Soon Tia made her way back to the dance floor and Jax followed her. Back in the booth Adrian and Kamilah were keeping a close eye on everyone, when 2 of the fans came back to the table with Amy. “Hey babe? I’m going to walk these two back to their hotel and then head home myself. You coming?” she asked Adrian, who emptied his glass and then smiled “Yeah, sure.” He gave Kamilah a hug and then left with Amy and the two fans, leaving Tia with Jax, Lily and Kamilah.

Later that night around 4:30am, The 4 left at the bar were ordering one more drink to have before leaving when there was a sudden smash across the bar from them, Jax stepped forward cautiously drawing his sword whilst Kamilah unsheathed her daggers, her stance matching Jax’s, whilst Lily stayed close to Tia, protecting her from anything that may come their way. Soon a man skidded across the floor and stopped nearby Tia’s feet. “Oh my god.” She gasped quietly and looked at Lily. Nobody knows what happened, but the next thing that everyone knew was a fight had broken out. “Lily! Get Tia to safety! If anything happens to her…” he trailed off as he fought off three men advancing toward him. Lily grabbed Tia’s hand and led her out of a back exit. “The safest place for you right now is your hotel room. Follow me” Lily spoke urgently as she took off into the night away from the club. “Lily!” Tia exclaimed as she tried to keep up with her as she parkoured through the streets of New York. Finally, out of breath Tia caught up with Lily in the hotel’s lobby at the elevators which pinged open and Lily pulled her inside. “Which floor?” she urged. “Four” Tia answered breathlessly. The elevator whirred taking them to the fourth floor, Tia swiped her rooms key card on the door, and they went inside. It was about an hour later and there was a knock on the door. Still awake Tia walked through the door and looked through the little spy hole, seeing a rattled looking Jax. She opened the door at the same time another door just a couple down from her room opened and Kamilah came creeping out. She smiled at Jax knowingly and went on her way, Jax stepping into Tia’s room. “Are you okay?” he asked. “I’m tired.” She replied and got back into bed. “Oh… yeah I forgot you’re…” he said feeling suddenly awkward. Soon there were more knocks on the door. “ugghhh.” Tia groaned. “I’ve got it.” Jax soothed and answered the door and was received with a bunch of squeals. “Omg I knew it was him at this door!” Kay exclaimed “Who’s room is this anyway?” Angela asked. “I believe it’s Tia’s” Yuri said trying to keep her cool. “So Jax. You interested in her?” Angela asked, the three waiting as they looked at him for an answer expectantly. “So what if I am?” he asked, “It’s cute when you try to be all broody.” Yuri commented. Jax shrugged it off, “So… can Tia, Lily or I help you 3 lovely ladies or….” Jax asked, letting the question linger. “Well we were actually going to ask if Tia wanted to sleep in with us. We’re doing a big slumber type party.” Kay smiled confidently. “You may have to come in here if you want to do that.” he whispered, hearing the change in Tia’s breathing. “She’s sleeping” he elaborated. The three girls nodded and went to grab their blankets and pillows, before returning to Tia’s room. “Right, I’ll leave you girls to it then.” He smiled politely, motioning to a now awake Lily to follow him and together they left going out into the night. “Goodnight girls. It was fun getting to know you today. I look forward to spending more time with you!” Kay whispered, not wanting to wake Tia. “Goodnight” Yuri and Angela whispered back as they laid down closing their eyes and falling asleep.

Over the next two days the fans hung out getting to know each other and following on each other so they could stay in contact after they leave New York. On their last day they were wondering the streets of New York when Kay spotted Lily and Adrian walk into a juice bar. “Let’s go in there.” She pointed and they all headed inside and waited in line behind Lily and Adrian. “So.. why are we here?” Yuri asked. Recognizing the voice, Lily spun round. “Oh my gosh! Hey, you guys!!” she exclaimed and hugged them all tightly. “Lily let the poor women breathe” Adrian chuckled as he moved forward in the line. Lily smiled brightly as she took her spot back next to Adrian. “How have you been? New York’s treating you well I hope?” he questioned “Yes, we’ve had so much fun!” Angela responded excitedly, “It’s sad we have to leave tomorrow.” Tia pouted and she put her phone away. “It’s your 4th day here already?!” Lily asked and Tia nodded “Man. Jax is going to be crushed…” she said defeatedly. “What?” Yuri asked curiously. “Jax has been…” she trailed off, looking at Adrian who looked at Tia with a tender look. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?” Tia asked as they moved forward. “Jax is a little lovesick. And it appears to be for you.” He said looking distant. “OOOOOOOOOOOO” the other girls said teasingly as Tia blushed. “Jax is in love with Tia! Jax is in love with Tia!” Angela and Kay teased causing Tia to blush. “well.. I… he is…” “Shut up! You like him too!” Yuri exclaimed. “Shhhhhhhh” Tia urged, blushing harder and clasping her hand over Yuri’s mouth. Adrian chuckled as he walked up to the juice bar and gave his order to the cashier. “What are you going to do?” Angela asked.

“What do you mean?” Tia asked back.

“Well are you going to see him before we leave?”

“What? No! he’s a busy man. He doesn’t need badgering by someone like me.”

“What?! Are you crazy girl!!! Give me your number and I’ll get him to text you.”

“Lily. Don’t trouble the poor girl.” Adrian chuckled slightly as he turned round from the counter. “What? Jax likes her and she likes Jax. Why not set the wheels in motion for a fantastic relationship?” Lily defended. “Lily.” Adrian warned, “Fine.” Lily sighed and turned around to help collect the juices before they said goodbye and set off.

Later that night, all the girls apart from Cassy and Morgan were gathered in Kay’s room, sharing pizza and their favourite fizzy soda. “So, are you really going to just leave Jax hanging?” Angela asked Tia, taking a bite from her pizza slice. Tia swallowed her bite and took a sip of her drink, doing her best to avoid the question. “Tia?” Kay asked causing her to sigh. “Yes. No. I don’t know. He’s a great guy but we leave in the morning.” Tia explained. “And? That doesn’t mean you can’t exchange social media ats or something and talk.” Yuri chimed in, “But I’m going to be thousands of miles away and he’s too cute to have a relationship from that far away.” Tia pouted as there was a knock at the door. “I’ve got it” Angela smiled and answered the door. “Amy!” she exclaimed and gave her a hug. “Hi! Can I come in?” Amy smiled back, “Yeah sure!” Angela chirped and stepped aside letting her in and closing the door behind her. “Ooooo. I smell pizza” Amy grinned hungrily. “Take a piece we have enough” Kay said happily. “Thank You” Amy said as she took a piece and sunk her teeth into it, “MMMMMMMMM, that’s SO good.” She mumbled as she chewed. The other 4 girls resuming to eat and sip their soda. “So… I came here to give you all something” Amy said, breaking the silence as she reached into her bag, pulling out necklaces with the girls initials on. “Awww Amyy” the girls all said happily as they gathered round Amy giving her a tight hug. Amy returned the hug and as they all pulled away there was another knock at the door, which Kay went and answered. “Yeah.. just a second.” She said quietly then came back the main living area of the hotel room, “It’s for you Tia.” She smiled as she returned to her seat. Tia got up and went to the door, surprised a little when she saw Jax standing there. She hadn’t expected to see him again before she left. Which is how she wanted it to be in a way, so it was easier for her to leave. “Jax.” She whispered after a long moment of silence of the two staring at each other. He smiled softly at her before speaking.

“I um… wanted to. No, needed to see you before you left.”

“But why?”

“Because as cringey and cheesey as this is. I’ve caught feelings for you. You’re beautiful Tia.”

“Jax.”

“No Tia please. Let me finish… As you know I mostly hate lovey dovey stuff. It makes me mad because I’ve never been able to know what it truly feels like to have it and wanting it has only caused pain when women have run away after finding out who I really am. But you know. You know who I truly am, and you still flirted with me the other night. You made me feel… normal. It’s a weird feeling being here confessing I like you when you’re leaving in a few hours, but I knew if I never told you then you’d be the one who got away. You probably will be anyway but at least this way I can get some sort of peace knowing that you know how I feel about you and… I can only hope you feel the same about me. I also wanted to give you something to remember me by. I went to a friend and got this fast-tracked to be custom made for you but um… I want to give you this.”

“Oh… Jax this is…” Tia gasped as she reached her hand out delicately taking the keychain from Jax’s hand. “It’s beautiful” she smiled softly

“It’s a Daisy. I chose it because of what it symbolizes.”

“What does it mean?”

“In general it symbolizes purity, innocence and loyal love.”

Tia smiles at the keychain before looking at Jax and giving him a hug. “This is really thoughtful. Thank you” she spoke into the crook of his neck. He returned the hug, squeezing tightly as if he never wanted to let go. Which he didn’t but he reluctantly parted from Tia and gave a small smile. “Could I come and wave you goodbye tomorrow?” He asked. “Of course.” She smiled in response. “Then good night beautiful.” He said leaving with yearning in his eyes. “Good night Jax.” Tia said softly, stepping back inside and shutting the door, going back to her seat in the main living area. “Tia has a boyfriend!” Yuri squealed as she entered the room, Tia smiled and blushed as she took her seat. For the rest of the night until Amy left and they went to bed the girls teased Tia about Jax occasionally and talked about business and stuff with Amy. Getting a feel of what life was really like for them as vampires in New York.

Early the next morning the girls were at the front desk of the hotel checking out when someone tapped on their shoulders. When they turned round they saw Kamilah who smiled at them brightly. “I’m sorry I haven’t been around much girls but I heard you leave in a few hours so I thought I’d swing by and take you to the airport and give you a copy of my book to take home with you as a parting gift.” The girls smiled and graciously accepted the lift to the airport and their gift from Kamilah. When they got to the airport they went through the standard procedure before settling in seats near their gates waiting for their departures to be announced. But before they broke off from each other they had one last group hug and promised to keep in contact with each other. Cassy, Morgan, and Kay were the first ones to have their departure flights called, followed a few minutes later by Angela’s flight being called. Tia was sitting at her gate reading through Kamilah’s book when someone cleared their throat making her jump and drop the book. “Darn. Now I’ve lost my page.” She cursed quietly as she picked it up. “Sorry bout that.” Jax chuckled as he sat next to her. The two got to talking whilst Tia waited for her flight to be called. They laughed and joked and eventually followed each other on Pictagram, agreeing to stay in contact. It felt sudden and too soon but Tia’s flight got called along with another and she stood up unwillingly and put her hand on the handle of her suitcase but Jax took it and wheeled it to the gate for her, giving her one final hug before she left. As she pulled away from the hug she pecked Jax’s cheek making him freeze for a moment before braking out into a smile. “See you later Tia.” He grinned as he turned and swaggered away. Before heading through her gate tunnel she spotted Yuri. “BYE YURI!! SPEAK TO YOU SOON” she shouted across with a wave and Yuri waved back with a matching wide smile and the two got onto their planes settling into their seats ready to touch back down at their hometowns. Wondering when they would all be able to meet like this again, but Jax was also on Tia’s mind as her plane took off down the runway and ascended into the sky. They may not know when but they did know that they would all have to meet up again soon and vacation together and make more amazing memories to last a lifetime.

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bubbleweirdo · 4 years ago

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Summary: After her parents death, Joy Collins must take care of her brother and the small farm they live in. However this is not always easy and one night their lives change drastically.

Words: 2035

Main relationship: Javier Escuella/OC

Other relationships: Charles Smith/OC, Arthur Morgan/OC

Characters: Van der Linde gang, OCs

A/N: I’ve translated this writing from spanish to english because that’s my first language, so I’m sorry if there are grammatical errors. This is my first fic since I was like... Fourteen... And... Welp, it’s probably really cringey but I’ve been trying my best to write in a coherent way (some of my OCs in this fic are PoC -they don’t appear in this chapter tho- and I’m insecure because I want to treat them in the most respectful way I can, so if I portray them badly please, tell me) And well I’m basically PANICKING right now because I want to do everything RIGHT. So... yeah. Have fun with this if you can :’)

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1898

Everything started when Cyrus, her ex lover, showed up at her house.

It was already a couple years since the siblings Joy and Tommy Collins lived alone. Their parents passed away from tuberculosis leaving their older daughter in the care of their small farm and her younger brother.

Joy had no choice but to become a mother for Tommy, doing everything possible so that they both would survive. Thomas' birth was welcome but unexpected news for the Collins. Joy was fourteen years old when the little one came into the world and even though in the moment it was already a reason for joy, now, nine years later she couldn’t imagine her life without helping him get on her mare every morning, fighting in the mud after a day of rain or singing him a lullaby at bedtime while stroking his copper curls.

The girl occasionally went to Valentine to sell or buy provisions and have a drink at the saloon, even spending a night with some attractive man every now and then. Sometimes she even yearned for some of the women who were hanging around, but she had never dared to speak to any of them. However, since the death of her parents, those night escapes had ended.

Her most recent lover had been Cyrus Kimble, the man who had knocked on her door that night. He was a tall fellow with sharp features and light blue eyes. His gaze had been kind at first but as soon as Joy started cutting her relationship with him, -partly because of her duties with the farm and Tommy, partly because she had begun to notice a certain possessiveness that she didn't like at all-, Cyrus started to show his true nature. When he saw her in Valentine he followed her, sometimes crying, other times demanding. Occasionally, like this time, he would show up at her farm begging her to come back with him.

However this night he didn’t beg. He pounded on the door, yelling for her to open it. Tommy had just finished braiding her long reddish hair when the banging began. With a tired grunt, Joy got up and opened the door reluctantly.

“What do you want, Cyrus? I’ve already told you-” A heavy silence formed as she realized she was being pointed at by a revolver. She looked him in the eye and he just stared back at her with an emotion she couldn’t identify. She swallowed hard. “What are you doing?”

“I’m going to free you, Joy. You won’t have to take care of your farm or your brother. You can stay with me, nothing will stop you.” A smile formed on the man's face, more to himself than to her. He tugged on her arm and pulled her away from the door. “Guys!” he yelled, without letting go or stop aiming at her. Two men appeared in the dark and began to tie her hands. She didn't try to resist but took advantage of Cyrus's confidence at the moment to ram him with her shoulder, causing him to lose his balance and shoot up. Without losing time, she bit his ear. Quickly, Kimble's men pulled her away from him and pinned her to the ground, using the opportunity to tie her legs. Joy spat out Cyrus' blood as he gasped, being assisted by a third man.

“Damn whore!”

“Tommy! Tommy! Take Berry and run!” she screeched, trying to turn to look at her house, but a blow knocked her unconscious.

“Fuck… I'll carry her on my horse… Elijah, James, burn down the house and the barn, Jasper, be sure to kill the boy.”

Tommy had seen everything from the window of the house and as soon as he heard that he didn’t hesitate to run to the back door and go for Berry, his sister's mare.

“He ain’t here!” he heard Jasper say. “Of course he’s not idiot, he just ran out to the barn!” his partner replied. The boy didn’t even think about saddling, he climbed onto a stool, mounted Berry without any hesitation and left the barn riding at a gallop. He looked back and saw that at least one of them was following him. Panicking, he spurred the mare and got a little more ground, but it wasn’t long before his pursuer closed the distance and started shooting. Approaching the Little Creek river he could see a small camp on the other side.

“Help!” he yelled. “Help!” Four figures rose in alarm and at that moment a force outside him caused him to fall from the mount. A throbbing pain shot through his shoulder and his vision blurred as he watched Berry run away.

A few more shots and he heard a scream and a splash in the water. Someone in the distance managed to grab the mare by the bridles and reassure her. A man with slicked back black hair applied pressure to the wound.

“He’s a kid!” he exclaimed, without really addressing him. “"Hold on boy, you're going to get out of this. The bullet...” At that moment Tommy lost consciousness.

The light of dawn woke him up. Little by little the memories of that night came back to him and he sat up suddenly, disorientated. A scream escaped his lips as he felt a puncture in his left shoulder. Alarmed, he looked down to find it bandaged. Increasingly confused, he looked around, looking for any signs of the men who raided his house.

“Ah, you’re awake.” Commented a large man with a thick beard. “Dutch, the boy has woken up!” he exclaimed turning. A man dressed in an elegant red and black vest with gold chains hanging over it approached the bonfire where his enormous companion and another fellow –a guy with a scar on his chin that wouldn’t let his beard grow at that spot- were sitting around. Tommy recognized him then, he was the man who had picked him up when he fell from Berry. The memory of his mare made him react.

“Berry! Joy!” he tried to get up but the pain was too much.

“Easy, boy.” The man hurried over to him and helped him lie down again. “If you are worried about your mare: she is here, don’t worry. She didn’t go far and Javier managed to reassure her.” He put his hand to his forehead to take his temperature. “Dammit, he’s burning Arthur!”, the guy with the disparate beard nodded. “I’m on it.” He said as he got up with a cloth and approached the river. Dutch gestured to the one standing by the fire and he passed him a canteen for the boy to drink.

Tommy drank the water, grateful. It seemed like weeks since the last time he drank something.

“My… My sister…” he managed to say. “They took her. The men who were chasing me took my sister. It was Cyrus Kimble, he was always after her to go with him but Joy always rejected him. Last night he burned our house and ordered to kill me. I must find her sir, I don’t know what I will do without her.” A sob escaped his throat at the thought of what might have happened to his sister. The man scratched his chin with his hand, rings adorning his fingers.

“Boy, you’re in no condition to do that… you’re not even armed.”

“Help me sir, I beg you…” At that moment Arthur approached with the soaked cloth and placed it on the boy’s forehead. Meanwhile Dutch had fallen into a reflective silence. “Alright.” He answered at last. “Any idea where they may have taken her?”

“Thank you very much sir! I think Joy mentioned that he lived in a cabin around Wallace Station.”

“Arthur, go find Mr. Cyrus Kimbler. Take Javier with you. Bill and I will take the boy to camp, Miss Grimshaw will take better care of him than we do.”

The man got up and called Javier, a latino man who was standing guarda round the small camp where they had settled. They both got on their horses -a amber champagne Missouri Fox Trotter and a grey overo American Paint- and they went downriver.

Joy had woken up nauseated and with a metallic taste in the mouth. She still had the aftertaste of Cyrus's blood on her tongue, and the blow to her temple had taken its toll. Furthermore, it seemed that that bite had not been very funny for her captor, since he had gagged her while she was unconscious. When he realized she had woken up, the man approached her.

“Oh, Joy. Why did you have to make everything so difficult? You didn't want to speak… ” As he spoke, the girl analyzed where she was. She recognized Cyrus's room, in the cabin in which he lived. She was sitting on the bed. There was a candle on the nightstand, maybe if she got close she could burn the ropes.

He grabbed her neck and pulled up, forcing her to her feet awkwardly. The other hand caressed her cheek. “This could all have been different, honey. We could have been happy... But your brother had to meddle. Luckily, he won't bother us anymore.”

Anger boiled Joy's blood. She wanted to head butt him, but the movement only served to unbalance her and Cyrus's hand tightened on her throat.

It was then when they hard screams and gunshots. They both looked towards the door of the room, startled. Soon they stopped hearing it.

“Elijah! James! What happened?”

Silence.

“Elijah…?”

The door burst open and two men pointed their revolvers at them.

“Who are you?” he exclaimed furiously as he took out his own, pointing it alternately at each one. "What have you done to Elijah and James?"

"Your little friends have run away as soon as we've started shooting... Cyrus." replied the one closer, with brown hair and blue eyes.

“How do you know my name?”

“We only want the girl, her brother is looking for her. You can choose: you let her go or you die here.”

“What…? No! No, no, no! Never! Joy and I will be together forever! Forev-! What's that smell?” he turned, following the burning smell. The girl had taken advantage of the fact that he had released her neck to walk discreetly to small steps towards the nightstand and to burn enough the cords that tied her wrists so that they would break when trying to separate them. “No! Nooo!” he roared desperately, pouncing on her.

Without wasting time and trying not to lose her balance, she picked up the candle and stabbed it into his eye, pulling him back between squeals. The two men lowered their weapons, the latino whistled in surprise. She hastily removed the rag from her mouth and untied the ankle ties. She stepped over Cyrus and stood in front of her rescuers.

“It seems like you didn't need our help.” commented the brunette.

“Of course not.” the other agreed.

“Don't be silly, if you hadn't appeared he would have-”

“Watch out!” one of them exclaimed, while the other shot in her direction. Frightened, Joy closed her eyes expecting pain but instead she heard a body falling to the ground. She turned and saw Cyrus lying on the ground with a hole in his head. A chill ran down her spine, not because of his death, but because of what he could have done to her if he were still alive.

“It seems he didn't want to let you go, ese malnacido…” The latino pointed, putting his gun back.

“Miss…” his partner started, not knowing how to continue. She looked back at the corpse, still wondering what that man would have been able to do, before breathing in relief and responding.

“Joy Collins.”

“Miss Joy, I'm Arthur Morgan, this is Javier Escuella.” The man greeted with a nod. “We found your brother being chased by one of Mr. Kimble's friends on the banks of the Little Creek river. We managed to save him but a bullet hit him in the shoulder. We believe he will survive, but we have moved him to... our camp.”

"It's okay. I will go with you.”

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cherrymoonvol6 · 6 years ago

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some avengers endgame Thoughts cause i saw the movie yesterday and can't stop thinking about it

of course..... spoilers ahead

nebula and tony playing!!!! i just love how nebula's personality comes through without it being ooc

also... nebula carefully sitting tony up. she Cares so much :(

steve immediately going to tony :( like im a stucky kind of gal but holy shit i love them

which was completely erased in the next scene where tony drags steve up and down and after that passes out, which is a confrontation Mood

i wonder how they made tony look so skinny and sick. if it was cgi then i applaud them cause it looked so good

the way they killed thanos so fucking quickly here... i don't know how to feel lmao. like cutting the gauntlet arm and then slicing his neck... that's what we were all screaming at them during infinity war. it's good to see them learn from their mistakes, i guess ?

(can't remember the order in which things happen from now so forgive me if i make a mistake)

i told my sister "that's one of the russos!!!!!" so it took me ten seconds to realize that the russo was the gay character everyone was talking about (i thought it would be fury for no other reason than it being shocking and fury having very little to do with the plot, but)

and steve being supportive of that :( man out of time said gay rights!

carol's new hair!! holy shit!!!!!

rocket insinuating carol has been experimenting with more hairstyles... i would like to see it

don't think i missed that carol x rhodey nod. i support it.

don't wanna say it now... for now ill just state: i love what they're doing with natasha in the movie. she truly feels like a friend to steve. like that small gesture of her sliding the plate towards steve is just so domestic and beautiful! it really makes her feel so human and complex at the end. i was so worried about her being wasted but i loved her throughout the film

it was a fucking rat who got scott out. i have to laugh.

also is that the guy from that old "gayyyyy" meme????

cassie is all grown up!!!!!! i can't even imagine how hard it had been for her

also what happened to her mom? and the stepdad??? are they fine????? i hope so

i was hoping we would get more tony as a dad in this movie and it delivered!! tony is so fucking good with kids. the bond between him and morgan was so well portrayed

also the place they live in is so cozy and that's what he deserves

when steve stepped down the car in that black outfit with the leather jacket on i gasped... he's fucking gorgeous

i kept wanting him and tony to kiss lmao tf is wrong with me

OKAY my hawkeye rights. i missed him so much

the stylish subtitles on the middle of the screen felt like too much. this isn't a tumblr gifset honey, just write them down!

thinking about the whole clintasha conversation really foreshadows the whole thing. natasha cares so deeply about clint and really puts his needs before hers. it's so beautiful to see

honestly... my clintasha rights!

i think the hulk/bruce scene was kinda endearing but then the ant man banter dragged on for toooo long

the dab i YELLED. these poor kids have to stand this man on 2023 pulling out 2016 trends to appear Hip and Cool

fat thor...... i hate how it was handled. hate it so fucking much.

new asgard! that's so cute. i hope that's on norway

miek and korg are alive!!!!

the thought of thor insulting a possibly 14 year old on fortnight is too much for me. it sounds like bad fanon talk. i still laughed (bc noobmaster69??? that's fucking hilarious)

tonys reaction to i love you 3000 is so beautiful. like the way he looks taken aback and so happy. i love irondad

steve in a white shirt and jeans!!!! i gasped again. he's delivering, the fucking model

i know they were like, barely being decent to each other again, but i still wanted my stony hug:(

when they're discussing their infinity stones memories and natasha and tony are laying down together on a table???? adorable. amazing.

also why tf didn't nebula said the soul stone required a sacrifice??? i thought that's what she got from gamora dying in volmir

as soon as natasha and clint arrived to volmir i began chanting "nonononononononono"

fuckkdjdksndk fucking nebula. cue to more nononono chanting

rhodey knocking out quill with a single hit is the funniest scene in the movie

clintasha calling on bullshit on the sacrifice thing was also quite funny

the forehead touch :((( im so weak! so sad!

clintasha literally fighting each other to be each other's sacrifice!!!! kill me now!!!!

jeez now i can finally say it: scarjo shined so fucking much on this movie!!!! her delivery was amazing, i really felt a connection between her and the avengers, it really showed her growth during the five year time jump. she fucking killed it. she did her best and she's the best black widow we could've ever gotten.

clint mourning her :((((( probably the third time i cried during the movie

thor's panic attack being used for cheap laughs was the most uncomfortable moment for me... or any scene where people only saw thor as Fat and Lazy (basically, two thirds of the movie)

the freya + thor reunion was so sweet though!

okay. okay. hear me out. tony was on a very serious mission to regain an infinity stone. and the first thing he does is check out steve's ass. and aknowledge how glorious it is. i couldn't believe what i was watching!!!!!! like that actually fucking happened. consider me a fully formed stony bitch.

and scott joining in to say it was "america's ass" ???? poetic cinema

so it's canon that everyone checks out steve's ass and appreciates it as a national treasure. that's all i never thought id needed.

steve saying "hail hydra" i YELLED. it was a nice nod to the whole "cap is a nazi" mess

and steve fighting himself... hot

using his bucky trauma to shock himself is :/// but also :((((

i loved that for one moment i knew everyone on the theatre was staring at steve's ass

and steve being appreciative of his own butt!!!! ok that's all i have to say about steve's ass

i loved the reminder that thor was still kinda goofy back in avengers 1, for everyone who says taika completely changed his character. and the little tony + thor moment was adorable

"howard..... potts" i can understand tony being a mess but how did howard not suspect of anything??? elevator lady took one look of steve's face and all of her alarms started ringing

peggy carter... ive missed my wife so much

did peggy marry souza. i hope she did. steve tf are you doing staring at a married woman (jk)

clint kicking the stones away as soon as bruce is done with the snap is the biggest mood

also... the hell was scott looking at that made him think it had worked? just... more birds outside? i was really curious

the irony of the only avenger without superpowers being left with the stones

"i know you" *hands out stones* how can you not love clint, he's so pure

nebula killing his 2014 self is a power move. that would be me if i met my 2014 self

thor with a braided beard!!!!! beautiful

thanos is like, a real threat and i love that

okay. i kinda saw it coming. i saw thor leave mjolnir behind and i thought "oh????". and then the shock of thanos being able to wield stormbreaker. and then fucking mjolnir moving!!!!! i was the only person in the theatre who yelled

but seriously!!!! steve wielding AND fighting with mjolnir!!!!! couldn't stop thinking about it all day!!!!!!!!! STEVE IS WORTHY!!!!!!!

parallels to thor going for the chest. it never works babies!

and just.... this was steve's moment. steve i-can-do-this-all-day rogers really fighting with every ounce of his body and soul against the most powerful being on earth. justice for him getting knocked after touching thanos for one second in iw!

and steve getting up again! all dirty and wounded!! trembling with exhaustuation and resolution!!! with his broken shield on his arm!!!! just him facing the biggest army of the universe!!!!! so powerful

sorry to destroy this epic moment, but like, okay. people had been reintegrated to life like, twenty minutes before. and i understand that they were all confused and out of place. but sam really needed ALL that time to just... try to communicate with steve????? ok

the "avengers..." *brings mjolnir with one hand while bracing his shield with the other* "assemble" moment was... oh my God. chills all over my body.

that One Moment where steve has stormbreaker on his hand... so fucking hot

the tony and peter reunion holy shit. the hug was everything i needed! like please just hug tony stark for ages

and tony and pepper fighting together!!! that's a power couple right there

i felt it when quill looked at gamora and just... stopped. im so sad his moment was played for laughs when it was obviously such an important moment for his character

thanos was so fucking scared of wanda that he put his own troops at risk to stop her for a little while. strongest avenger right there!

and carol coming back!!!! i was like

i felt so relieved at that point. i was like "yeah thanos is fucking over what's next"

no need to talk about all the women coming together to defend peter :')

thanos getting the gauntlet again... the nonono chanting came back

fucking CAROL trying to stop him. looking at him with such a determined face, like "you can't stop me from stopping you". it was so powerful he had to snatch one stone to stop her

and strange giving him the one finger to tony.... i knew what was coming holy shit. i knew it. they knew it.

tony really proved himself there. it was his best scene on the entire mcu, don't argue with me!!!!!! the way he stood there and took all the power of the stones, unmasked, unaffected, powerful and almighty

"i am... iron man" cue to ugly sobbing

tony knew there was no other way. pepper did, too... she knew exactly what she had to tell him. she was right. tony spent all of these years moved by selfishness first, then fear, then guilt. an endless battle since thanos was on his head. but the war was over. what mattered was that he saved everyone, and he sacrificed himself for everyone. a complete 180° from last movie's ending.... wow

gotta said... peter there felt a little bit out of place for me. i think it would've been more powerful if he didn't say anything, though peter is a teenager, i can get it

his arc with steve felt unfinished, too. i would've liked to see steve's reaction as well, since tony had told him he wanted everyone back and also for his family so survive. but whatever

im not against tony killing thanos instead of gamora and nebula but i would've liked if we saw them react to his death, at least:/ like a little parallel between nebula's reaction at the beginning and the end of endgame

the One stucky interaction here was pulled from cap1 and iw. i feel betrayed

bucky Knew what steve was going to do. i wonder if steve told him before or bucky just sensed it

you can't convince me steve would go back and carelessly dance with peggy knowing his friend is being used like a weapon by hydra and bound to kill tonys parents. nah nah. it all felt wrong

my steggy rights!!!

love that the russos foreshadowed cap!bucky on tws just to give the shield to sam at the end

anyways what the fuck bucky was all steve had but he lived the happiest life without it and left him alone on the 21st century? okay fuck y'all

#long post #avengers endgame #endgame spoilers #avengers spoilers #avengers endgame spoilers #a4 spoilers #mine #marvel #this is.... so long and idk how to add a read more on mobile #but enjoy my thoughts i guess

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hilarieburtonmorgan · 5 years ago

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After Multiple Miscarriages, Hilarie Burton Says She and Jeffrey Dean Morgan Have Their Happy Ending

In her new holiday movie, A Christmas Wish, Hilarie Burton’s character dreams of having one simple wish fulfilled by Christmas — finding love.

Off-screen, the One Tree Hill alum will be spending her holidays living out her festive fantasies next door to a Christmas tree farm in Upstate New York with two beautiful children and her new husband, actor Jeffrey Dean Morgan. But while the 37-year-old actress may be living a picture-perfect holiday this season, her journey to get here was filled with heartbreaking setbacks. At times, she says, she felt like the struggling lead in a holiday movie, waiting for her happy ending.

“I wasn’t necessarily wishing for love, but I wished for a baby for a really long time,” says Burton, who suffered multiple miscarriages before she and Morgan welcomed their second child in 2018. “I've been very open about my struggle with that and I have a book coming out in March 2020 with Harper One called The Rural Diaries where I talk about a wish for a different life.”

“My life has mirrored these holiday films since I've been doing them,” Burton continues. “It was like life was imitating art because I started doing all these movies about a woman who leaves the unfulfilling life in the city, moves out to the country, falls in love with her life again and ends up getting her happy ending. In the birth of my daughter, that was the fruition of this whole wish I had for moving out here and growing my family.”

“Every morning of the five years it took us, I'd open my computer at the kitchen table and see the news and I'd grow bitter over the endless parade of celebrities showing off their bumps and babies,” she wrote on Instagram. “I'd weep out of jealousy for how easy it was for them. Didn't they know something could go wrong? Didn't they know that there were other women out there struggling?”

"Fertility is a fickle thing," her post continued. And the last thing she wanted was for her daughter's birth "to cause any other woman to weep at her kitchen table. If anything, my wish is that she would restore hope for others.”

Recalling her own dark days, Burton says she can relate to the shame that many women suffer while experiencing fertility challenges. However, she believes the increasing number of women speaking out about their struggles is helping shift attitudes.

“There’s a difference between personal shame and public shame,” she notes. “I think people speaking up has really helped remedy the public shame of infertility. Personal shame is an individual thing. I felt a great deal of personal shame, so I think the more this dialogue happens, the more women are freed up to process their feelings rather than bottle them up.”

She hopes to continue expanding public dialogue around the once-taboo topic through her book, The Rural Diaries, and thinks her husband's perspective in the storytelling can be particularly helpful for men experiencing this kind of loss. After all, it was a book that Burton turned to while trying to understand how Morgan was dealing with their first miscarriage.

“We had multiple miscarriages, and every time his reaction was very, very different,” she says. “There's a wonderful book that was given to me by a friend and it's from a man's perspective of dealing with infertility. Even though Jeffrey wasn't necessarily able to articulate his feelings the first time it happened, I was able to read a book of someone else's account,” she continues. “It helped me understand what he was going through, so if our book can do the same thing for people, then that's the whole reason for putting it out there in the universe.”

Although Burton and Morgan have been together for more than 10 years, the actress admits that she has been surprised with how different it feels to be husband and wife, even just one month into marriage.

“Married life is fantastic — we’re still in love!” she says. “It feels nice to be Mrs. Morgan. It’s a comfortable feeling. It feels different; I didn’t think it would, and it didn’t necessarily at first, but now when I say, ‘My husband,’ that little nagging, dark cloud in the back of my mind that knew I was lying [previously] is gone. Now, I’m smug about it. I’m like, ‘Well yes, that is my husband,’ and no one can question it. I feel validated, so it’s fantastic!”

While Morgan had his Supernatural family there on the couple’s big day, Burton had her nearest and dearest One Tree Hill costars, including Sophia Bush, Antwon Taylor, Bethany Joy Lenz, and Colin Fickes. The cast have remained tightknit, which Burton owes to the show's North Carolina setting.

“When you’re isolated in the little coastal town of Wilmington, North Carolina, there’s a summer camp vibe to it,” she says. “You’re each other's community and family. You work together 18 hours a day, and on the weekends you hang out with each other, so a lot of us saw working on that show as like going to college — those were my sorority sisters.”

“That kind of bonding at that particular age, during our first taste of freedom, too,” she continues. “For a lot of us, it was the first time we’d been away from our families. Those are people that you cling to and you grow up with, and I’ll love those bastards forever! My husband teases me about how obsessed we all are with each other, but when you meet fantastic people, you keep them in your world, and they’re worth every effort. I just adore them.”

Although many of the actors established unbreakable bonds during their time on the series, it was two years ago that the strength of those relationships was tested. One Tree Hill staff writer Audrey Wauchope accused series creator and showrunner Mark Schwahn, of sexual harassment during her time working on the show. Many of the show’s actresses — including Burton and Bush — came out in support of the writer, signing an open letter backing Wauchope’s claims. Shortly thereafter Schwahn was fired from The Royals, the E! series he was working on at the time.

“Every family has their secrets, and it’s always a test of the family when that dirty laundry gets aired,” Burton says. “I personally appreciated the men of the show supporting us in a way that’s hard to articulate. They easily could have stuck their head in the sand and said, ‘Oh, I didn't see anything,’ but they didn't. They stood by us. This is a business where you can't trust everyone, and I’ve found the people I can trust — that’s why I want to continue working with them over and over again.”

That included the 2018 holiday film, The Christmas Contract, and this year’s A Christmas Wish, the Lifetime film which also stars singer-songwriter Tyler Hilton and his wife, Megan Park, which will air on Nov. 28. Burton says she created the whole film around Park, having wanted to play sisters with her for years. She then asked Hilton to portray her love interest since he was off tour.

The film sees Maddie (Park) convince her sister, Faith (Burton), to place a wish for love into their hometown’s Christmas wish box, but while a romantic opportunity presents itself, Faith finds herself questioning her feelings for her best friend Wyatt (Hilton) instead. Singer-songwriter Ryan Cabrera makes a musical cameo, too.

Burton notes that holiday films like A Christmas Wish are about more than feel-good festive fun and cute romances, citing her own transformative experience leaving Los Angeles in pursuit of a more fulfilling life.

“These kinds of stories empower women to take risks and, in my own life, it's a testament to that,” Burton says. “It's a testament to taking risks, making that wish, saying it out loud, and letting it happen.”

#hilarie burton #instyle #interview #news #2019

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“... So this is a real thing?”

Miss Schofield gave him an amused look and answered dryly, “Mister Morgan, I would like to believe it’s clear I’m rather fond of you, but I am not so fond as to spend an evening arguing with Dutch van der Linde over a false lead, thereby lying to his face, just to ride out several days in the wilderness with you to eventually return to him empty handed. Even I am not so brazen…”

Catherine adjusted her blouse and attempted to brush dust from her sleeves, “It’s not his house. It’s his autumn and winter retreat. His house is in Boston.” Suffering Arthur’s disapproving look, and interrupting before he could give her a scathing reply on what he thought about that, the lady continued, “I only make mention of it because he has likely only recently arrived and will therefore not be anticipating company.”

“Is that important?” The outlaw wanted to know.

“It might be. It will likely affect how many people are on the property and how easily he can send word to town if he decides it’s prudent-- which reminds me, we should scatter the horses or lock them all in the barn or something…”

Nodding, he motioned for them to turn off the road, into the trees, “An’ yer sure he’ll speak to us?”

Grinning, Catherine indicated herself, “... I’m Catherine-Louise Schofield, remember? If nothing else, I’m his social peer. It’s his obligation to treat me graciously and provide me whatever hospitality he has at his disposal. He’ll see us.”

He shrugged and shook his head, “If you says so…”

“There _are _rules, Arthur,” She told him with a sigh, “Real rules. Having a lot of money doesn’t mean there aren’t rules to follow, it just means there are different rules.”

It left a bad taste in his mouth, and sour memories crept forward from the dark, threatening to tug at his heart, “... I know…”

She gave him a long look before saying in a soft voice, “... That sounds like a story, Arthur…”

“Maybe. Later.” The outlaw wasn’t sure he’d ever be ready to tell Miss Schofield about Mary, “Speakin’ of stories… I suppose yer gonna want t’sell one t’this feller?”

“Well, as briefly amusing as it might be to introduce you to Mister Walker as ‘Mister Arthur Morgan of the notorious Van der Linde gang’, I don’t think that will assist us in getting any useful information…”

“Probably not… ‘Mister Walker’ you said?”

“Abraham Fitzgerald Thomas Walker, the Third,” Catherine explained with an off-hand gesture, “His family has packed ammunition since the start of the industry and has bought out most other labels. I think it’s his older brother, however, who’s in charge of all the business…? You’ll probably hear all about it tonight…”

“I can hardly wait…” The outlaw rolled his eyes, “So…?”

The lady gave him an appraising look, “... It depends on what sort of story you’re willing to go along with, Mister Morgan. As much as I’d like to portray you as a man my father has hired for my protection, I don’t have the materials and you have made clear your disinclination to wear a disguise.”

“I don’ play dress-up.” He replied firmly.

“Indeed,” It was Catherine’s turn to roll eyes, and she grinned, “So perhaps it would be easiest to explain you as an ill-advised paramour?”

“... What do you mean? You want to tell him I’m your lover?”

“Essentially. You’ll be Dutch.”

Arthur snorted a laugh, “... I cannot tell you how poor a Dutch I make…”

“No, you’re filling his role, not play-acting as him! I ran away from home and my father to join you on your adventures!”

“What ‘adventures’ would those be?”

Catherine looked him over, then shrugged and said simply, “Bounty hunting.”

“You ran away from home to be a bounty hunter?”

“No, silly man, I ran away from home because I was seduced by your rugged charms and untamed lifestyle!”

Arthur gave her a very dubious look, “You think he’s gonna buy that?”

“I’m going to sell that.” She smiled confidently back, “Will you help me?”

“... I don’ have any better ideas… So I guesso…” He shrugged, looking aside uncomfortably, feeling heat climb his throat at the idea of acting as if he fancied Miss Schofield when he was so used to spending all his effort acting like he didn’t, “... Though usually when I need to get information out of a man--”

“--I know. But it’s not as if he’s alone, he’s going to have _some _security around the premises. Even if you could shoot our way out of there again, we don’t need a massacre drawing all kinds of attention. Believe me, I know you think beating him half-senseless and putting a gun to his head is easier, but this time, it’s really easier to just sit down and have a nice dinner and talk.”

“He’s gonna feed us?”

“Of course. He’ll ply us with expensive liquor too if you like. That’s all you have to do, my dear Mister Kilgore,” She smiled winningly at him, “Accept what he offers you, answer questions or decline to answer them politely-- ‘I’d rather not say’ will do-- watch, and listen, and ultimately make sure we leave again. Under no circumstances do we stay the night, though he will probably offer to put us up.”

“Kilgore, huh? Tacitus Kilgore?” “It’s one of your better stage names.”

They finished locking half the horses in the stables and scaring the other half out the open back gate of the pasture. They saw noone and went unchallenged for the entire endeavor, and even all the way to the front door of the sizeable lodge.

Arthur’s loud knocking brought a barrel-chested man to greet them, his impressive size blocking them from seeing, much less trespassing, indoors.

“... Who’re you?”

Placing her hand lightly on Arthur’s forearm, Catherine smiled winningly and answered, “Miss Schofield, calling on my dear family friend, Mister Walker.”

The man’s distrusting scowl deepened, “Mister Walker isn’t expecting friends to come calling, Miss…”

“Oh, I understand entirely, but will you please let him know we’re here anyway?” Was her reply, her radiant smile never flinching.

The man closed the door again-- making no attempt to hide his disdain in the gesture-- and Arthur and the lady shared a look.

“Don’t worry.” She assured him confidently, despite the quirking eyebrow he’d noticed.

It was only minutes later that the same man opened the door again, this time looking much more chastened and respectful, which Arthur supposed was good enough that he wouldn’t have to arrange for it himself. As he’d fully intended to.

“My apologies, Miss Schofield. Mister Walker will see you in the sitting room. This way…”

The cabin was large, and to Arthur, who had seen any number of rustic homesteads, it looked strange. The rooms too spacious, their arrangement too manufactured and furnishings too polished. An artifice. A rich man’s approximation of what living on the brink of civilization looked like without giving up too much of the luxury and elegance with which he might be accustomed. Before even laying eyes on the man, Arthur decided he very much did not like him. He was everything wrong with this country.

His opinions didn’t change when he saw the man in the sitting room. Upon seeing Miss Schofield, the gentleman rose and approached, a broad smile on his face.

“My dear Catherine-Louise! My God, just look at you! One would hardly think it possible, but I am quite certain you are more beautiful every time I see you!”

He was a spry middle-aged man of average height, and save for some thickness around the waistline, slender in a waistcoat and collared shirt, cravat loose around his neck. His narrow face featured prominently a long, beak-like nose and was crowned with thick, curly hair of a warm brown, trimmed neatly along the sides, but longer and more wild at the top of his head. With long booted strides, he crossed the wooden floor to the young woman, and for a moment, Arthur thought he would pull her into an embrace.

The big outlaw cleared his throat and held back every other urge to interfere more directly.

Catherine demured and smiled, “Mister Walker, it’s so nice to see you again! I’m glad you seem to be keeping well.”

Another woman was stepping gracefully to meet them. She appeared perhaps not too much older than Catherine-- maybe closer to Arthur’s own age-- and somewhat fuller figured. Her blonde hair was pinned up elaborately and dressed with a comb and sprig of lavender to match her patterned dress. Her wide blue eyes lowered to the floor and she blushed visibly under Arthur’s brief examination, which made him immediately uncomfortable and turn his attention back to the more out-going Mister Walker.

“Me? But it’s you who-- I’m forgetting my manners. I do not think you’ve ever the pleasure of meeting my charming and manifestly superior half! Miss Schofield, this is Missus Delilah Walker. My dearest, this is Miss Catherine-Louise Schofield, Robert Schofield’s daughter.”

The women shook hands, smiling fondly at each other, and then Catherine reached for Arthur’s elbow, “Meanwhile, I have the singular pleasure of introducing you to my dear, intimate friend, Mister Tacitus Kilgore.”

“Abraham Walker, a pleasure.”

Arthur accepted the handshakes offered him, “Sir. Ma’am.”

“Wonderful, delightful, please, won’t you sit?”

They moved to the seating area, and Catherine took the outlaw’s hand, causing him to freeze at the side of the couch and look at her in surprise. Still holding his hand, she smiled and sat herself elegantly, using his arm for support. It occurred to Arthur that she’d just created the illusion that he had the first idea of what to do or how to behave in this room with these wealthy socialites. Dipping his head to her in acknowledgement, he noted the movement of her eyes toward the seat beside her, so he went and sat somewhat stiffly and awkwardly next to her. Meanwhile, Mister and Missus Walker had settled into a pair of overstuffed chairs across from them.

Quite suddenly, it began.

“It’s quite a ways from Boston, my dear. What brings you to West Elizabeth?” Asked Abraham, smiling pleasantly.

Catherine’s smile and tone were mildly teasing, by contrast, “You would be well acquainted with the distance, wouldn’t you? Seeing as you travel it every autumn and spring…”

“I’ve said it before haven’t I? I cannot abide the frigid winters, and here the punishing summers. I’d much rather escape both.”

“It’s only just now started to cool a bit, isn’t that right, Mister Kilgore?” When Arthur nodded, attempting to make a thoughtful sound in his throat, Catherine continued, “Which is a welcome relief. Still, I must say you are depriving your lovely wife by taking her out of New England during the prettiest of its seasons.”

“It is sad to leave behind the fall colors,” Missus Walker confessed quietly, but then she smiled at her husband indulgently, “But I suffer deplorably in the chill. My husband is so good to look after my health.”

“I’m more surprised to see you leaving behind the vibrant northeastern autumn,” The husband interjected, turning the topic back toward the one he’d intended. “I know how much you used to enjoy them.”

“A sacrifice, I assure you, but one gladly made,” Catherine replied casually, giving Arthur a long glance he couldn’t immediately interpret outside of it being part of the act and not an actual communication-- or so he hoped, “but I had more than the harsh winter to escape, Mister Walker. I’d appreciate your discretion on the matter…”

For all his apparent foolishness, Abraham Walker was quick, “... My dear Catherine, don’t tell me you’ve run away?”

“I’m a woman grown, Mister Walker,” was the contradiction, “I’ll thank you not to infantilize my desire for freedom like I’m some wayward girl.”

“No, no, that wasn’t my intention, forgive me. But do you mean to say you are here against your father’s wishes?”

Shrugging, Catherine answered, “As of late, I know very little of my father’s wishes, and have even less concern for them. I tired of being his prisoner, so I left.”

Mister Walker did not immediately reply, instead his gaze fell upon Arthur, noting the number of weapons as if just now realizing they might signify a danger, “... Is that where you come in, sir?”

Considering carefully, the outlaw picked his words with trepidation, meeting the other man’s eyes, “... A lady tells you she wants to go west, are you gonna say ‘no’? ‘specially a lady like Miss Schofield?”

“Ha, you make a fine point, Mister Kilgore!”

“I find it strange,” Catherine observed, smoothing her skirts, “that this is the first you are hearing of this. I was certain my father would have enlisted your aid in the matter months ago.”

“He might have,” the gentleman replied, “were we still on speaking terms.”

The silence was abrupt and stifling, chasing tension through Arthur’s shoulders and into his hands. He looked at Miss Schofield. What now?

Catherine blinked her surprise, “...This is astonishing news! I was not aware you and my father had had a falling out…”

“I’m embarrassed to confess that we had a… very severe disagreement.”

“It must have been, so,” She replied, “The two of you have been friends longer than I’ve been alive!”

Mister Walker shrugged, smiling sadly, “It is my understanding that there are two sorts of men in this world: the sort who, after confession, feel gratitude, and the sort, who, after confession, feel nothing but resentment.”

“You will not surprise me by revealing my father numbers among the latter.”

“Most men do, my dear Catherine. Still, I think it a shame to lose his companionship. I have long admired the ingenuity and energy of Mister Robert Schofield.” Then the gentleman’s head tilted a little to the right, and his expression changed, as if the new vantage provided a whole new perception of the woman sat across him, “You much re--”

“--I am aware of our familial similarities, Mister Walker, and would prefer not to be reminded,” Catherine’s voice was cold, but then she softened again, “...I cannot say that I share your opinions of your situation, for your own sake, but I do confess it complicates my own endeavor…”

Abraham straightened in his seat, “You come to me in need. How may I be of assistance, dear lady?”

“... If you are no longer in contact, then I suppose you do not know anything about my father’s plans for Manzanita Post--”

“Miss Schofield.” Arthur rumbled, checking her tongue. It was part of their approach: the moment she mentioned the location, he was to interject.

It worked amazingly well. Immediately, Mister Walker’s interest only sharpened, they could see it in his face and in his dark eyes, but then he deflated again.

“No, I can tell you nothing. I’m sorry.”

“It’s just as well,” The young woman relented with a sigh, seeming to sink into the couch, “Nevermind, Mister Walker. I’m sorry to trouble you over it.”

The man started to protest that it wasn’t any trouble at all, but Missus Walker smoothly rose to her feet.

“Our guests would probably like to refresh themselves before supper, my dear. Miss Schofield, will you accompany me upstairs?”

Catherine stood with equal grace, prompting both men to their feet as well.

“Yes, yes, of course!” The gentleman, addressed Arthur directly, “You will be staying for supper, of course, won’t you?”

“Well…” He wanted to say no. If Mister Walker didn’t have the information Catherine was after, then they needed to make themselves scarce and find something else to take back to camp. Absolutely, under no circumstances, did he want to return to Dutch with nothing to show… not with what little he could remember of leaving him. Besides that, he didn’t like this man, or care for his company

But then he felt Catherine’s fingers slide against his calloused palm as she took his hand, and he turned his face to meet her look.

“... We could use a good meal,” Were her soft words, “and I could do with a proper bath…”

She’s trying to communicate something more, he knew it, but he just couldn’t tell what it was. Chafed with frustration, the outlaw held her hand fast and pulled her after him, away from the couch and to the corner of the room without even an ‘excuse me’. He knew it was incredibly churlish, even for a coarse man, but at present, he didn’t give a damn. Thankfully, Miss Catherine went without protest, and didn’t resist when he tugged her into the corner and blocked out their hosts with his broad back. Ignoring the gasps and alarmed mutterings, he kept his voice low and minded his words carefully-- they could probably still hear him. They were most certainly listening…

“If you want a bath, I’ll take you into town--”

Her smile was all sweetness, her pale eyes wide while she adopted his hushed tone, “My dear, I didn’t mean to offend! You take such good care of me, I’ll be sure to make that very clear--”

“--That’s not… I don’t… What’re we doin’ here?” Stamping down his frustration of the situation was hard enough, but now she’d assaulted him with the embarrassment of the implications of the act they were putting on, and already Arthur could feel heat climbing up from his collar.

“We’re going to have supper,” She told him quietly, squeezing his hand that still held hers, “I’m going to wash up beforehand, as is only proper, and I’m certain you’ll have the opportunity as well, should you want it. In the meantime, I’m sure you and Mister Walker can find something to talk about…? I’ve gone and monopolized the conversation, as usual…”

“... Catherine…” He ground out the syllables between his teeth, making clear along with every facet of his expression how much he did not want to talk with the gentleman.

“It’ll only be a little while,” She promised, “just for a bit of tidying up-- Oh, but Missus Walker will probably want to show me the rooms upstairs…”

“... You know I ain’t got patience for long conversation, Miss Schofield…”

“Your best manners, you promised me…”

“Did I?”

Mister Walker called from the middle of the room, “Is everything alright?”

Holding Arthur’s look for a moment-- and he was impressed as well as irritated with the sharpened steel he saw there in her pale eyes-- Catherine smiled all graciousness at the gentleman, “Yes, of course, everything is quite well. My dearest Tacitus is just unused to the usual motions of social calls. Now, Missus Walker, we were going upstairs, weren’t we?”

The outlaw did not hold on to her hand to keep her from going, despite his every desire to do so. Part of him wanted to haul her over his shoulder and stride out the front door no matter how she might holler at him for the indignity…

Together, he and the gentleman watched the ladies ascend the stairs. The mousy Delilah was whispering something in what Arthur thought looked like a _nervous _fashion, and that Catherine smiled over her shoulder at him made clear she was commenting on him and his behavior. She was probably mentioning how poor a match they were…

He’d warned her, dammit. He couldn’t play these complicated smooth-talking roles!

“... She’s quite something.” Abraham said after the women had vanished through a doorway, “Always has been, that Catherine-Louise…”

“...Mhm.”

The gentleman turned his gaze to Arthur’s face, and the lightness in his tone vanished, turning it very grave, “... Do you plan on keeping her, Mister Kilgore? Or just until the fancy passes?”

Scoffing a light laugh, Arthur fixed Abraham a hard look, “I ain’t in the practice of havin’ nothin’ taken from me, Mister Walker, if that’s what you’re suggesting…”

Watching the rich man squirm almost made the evening worth the trouble.

“... I don’t want to give you the wrong idea… Just a friendly warning: if you care for her, and intend to keep her, then stay far out of the reach of her father.”

“I’ve heard some of dear ol’ Daddy Schofield.” Arthur shrugged.

“I don’t think you understand…” The gentleman tugged at his collar, “... You see, she’s what? Nearly thirty now? It’s an important time.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well… she’s nearly too old to be of her… previous uses to him… So now his only recourse is to marry her off to the highest bidder!”

“... Excuse me?”

“Do you think it is an accident she is so charming? Do you imagine you are the first man she has beguiled? My dear Mister Kilgore, the poor girl is only doing as she was trained to do!”

“I’m the ill-bred man,” Arthur snarled, “and here you’re talkin’ about a lady like she’s no more than a trained hound!”

“We are all products of our training, Mister Kilgore.” Abraham said quietly.

“Unless you want to see what my training has turned out, Mister Walker, you’ll shut your goddamn mouth about Miss Schofield!”

He was quaking with anger. Still, he knew silencing the other man was a mistake-- whatever information he had, even the distasteful sort-- was information he shouldn’t turn aside out of hand.

But he couldn’t help himself. He kept picturing Catherine in the moonlight, on the ridge, telling him she intimately understood already that she was an object, a plaything, for men, despite all her fierce independence and cunning. Catherine, bent over the little side table, her face distant, as if she’d turned dead and cold inside-- like it was a familiar habit-- while Dutch rutted into her.

Catherine wanted vengeance on her father. That much had been clear since the very beginning.

Abraham had said ‘nearly thirty’ was ‘too old’ for her ‘previous uses’. Arthur wanted to tear him apart.

Their eyes met, and Abraham was solemn, not afraid.

“If you care for her--”

“--Shut up--”

“-- take her far away. This is not nearly far enough.” The man shook his head, “Heed my advice. She’ll think it silly. Overcautious. But she has always famously underestimated him.”

“If I was you,” Was the low reply, “I’d worry more about my own damn self, the way you keep on…”

With a heavy sigh, Mister Walker made a gesture as if sweeping the matter aside. Then he brightened.

“... Can I offer you a cigar, Mister Kilgore?”

Supper was a brief, bright event. Arthur’s appetite had abandoned him, though, and Abraham did not seem to be faring much better, no matter his attempts to maintain a cheerful demeanor. Catherine must have sensed the change, for she did not protest when Arthur suggest they bid their farewells and move on for the night.

The Walkers did not invite them to stay.

Once out of sight of the cabin once more, they mounted up where they’d left the horses in the near-dark just after sunset. The lady’s pale gaze looked far beyond the road when she spoke to him, her chin held proud, but not haughty.

“... I’m sure you’ve heard a little about my history. I knew it was a risk. So I would appreciate it if you kept whatever it was to yourself, Arthur.”

“... I didn’t hear anythin’ worth repeatin’, Miss Catherine.” The outlaw shrugged, scowling as he adjusted his hat, “... I’m just hopin’ you did.”

“No, but I did find this…”

He saw her pull the folded memo from her skirt and took it when she passed it over.

“Missus Delilah Walker is a lovely, trusting soul, bless her.” The young lady sighed, “She didn’t even notice while we were in his upstairs study. It was on the desk, under a few less interesting papers.”

Smirking, Arthur shook his head and offered the paper back-- but she held up her hands for him to keep it, “... If I had known you meant to steal somethin’ like this when you went for yer bath, I wouldn’t have made a fuss!”

“You were brilliant, Mister Morgan. I couldn’t have scripted you a better part.”

“Hush.”

#rdr2 fanfic #red dead redemption 2 fanfic #Arthur Morgan #ao3fic #revolver fic #my mic

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sweet-sugar-cowboy · 6 years ago

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Miss. Orléans | Red Dead Redemption II

Elizabeth Orléans comes from a background of unimaginable wealth from her father. Raised in the life of luxury, she adored her parents and was always a respectable little girl. However, when tragic hits and she’s wearing all black at her mother’s funeral, her life is turned upside down as her father became a drunken mess.

During one of her fathers business meetings, Elizabeth wanders in town and gets herself caught up in something dangerous. Then the infamous Dutch Van der Linde saved her and took her in. There she fell in love and only to have her heart broken.

When events and situations change, Elizabeth leaves the gang and her life as an Outlaw. Leaving only a note and a pile of cash.

John Marston x OC (implied)

Arthur Morgan x OC

IMPORTANT

The main character is named Elizabeth and she's often called Eliza. She is no where related to the women Arthur slept with and had a kid with in the game. I completely forgot about her when I was naming my OC and by the time I realized what I've done, it was too late and I wrote like 7 chapters already.

I don't want to change her name, so just know Eliza is not the one in the game.

Word count:2239

The gang hadn't seen her in nearly 6 years, she just up right and left them in the middle of the night. Some thought she was kidnapped, died in a ditch somewhere or the law got her. Made plans to search for her, but stopped once they found a letter and neat cursive writing. She was the only onc that ever wrote like that, so neat and and proper as if she grown up sophisticated, in which she did.

To the Van der Linde Gang,

Don't come looking for me, I've gone off and away from the gang on my own accord. I'm not going far, but hopefully you won't be able to find me as easily, so long you stay far away enough in the West, away from all the civilization you've been running from. The world is changing and they no longer want Outlaws anymore, best remember that.

You either adapt to this world or you die. Life ain't fair, humans were never created equal, and I've learned that the hard way from my time riding with you all. Me abandoning you out of nowhere ain't fair, so to compensate, underneath my bed there lays $10,000, use it however you please.

Don't come looking for me and don't bother my family Dutch, I am still an Outlaw and if you cross me, I won't hesitate putting a bullet through your head. To think I saw this gang as family at one point, to think the very person who allowed me to stay, would betray me. The world ain't fair Dutch and I reckon you won't ever get that big score you want. You'll come crawling your way to civilization, you'll loose your sanity and most importantly you'll loose your gang.

Hosea, I owe you my life and plus some. You have been nothing but a father to me and you have shown nothing but kindness towards me. It is you that is stopping me from ruining this gang, so you best stay alive if you want to protect it. If the time comes and you do find yourself in Civilization and backed up in a corner, come see me. We will make arrangements and we will see what will happen when our paths cross once more.

Till this time comes, remember that actions have consequences. Your past will come back to haunt you and it will most certainly not be pleasant. My patience and kindness can only be tested so many times, do best and remember that.

Sincerely,

Orléans

When the gang had read the letter, many did not know what to think. Many turned to Dutch and about his supposed betrayel towards the women, but he didn't utter a word. The man only retreated back to his tent and there he stayed still the next day. Everyone was left to wonder about what the next course of actions would be with the large sum of money that was left to them

Some were heartbroken that the girl had left and wrote such a threatening letter. They didn't understand what had happened for the girl to change sides so quickly, to make her abandon them. She acted as if they all betrayed her and yet they couldn't quite understand how. Under Dutch and Hoseas orders, no one looked for her, no one spoke of her and they simply acted as if she was never part of the gang.

Dutch never did fufill his promise to the gang and instead of going farther west, he set his eyes towards Blackwater. There they stayed, wanting one more big score so they can just disappear. However, that never happened and it was as if Orléans was a fortune teller.

The Dutch Van der Linde gang found them closer to civilization then ever before, and needed desperate help.

*****

They have never before been this close to civilization and they were tense as they rode their horses carefully through the streets of Saint Denis, taking great measure to not hit anyone. Last they needed was more Law on their back, they've already had Pinkertons to worry about after the botched Ferry Heist in Blackwater. With the gangs mood down and in desperate place to stay, away from the people who wanted them hanged, Dutch, Hosea, Arthur and John found them selves in the heart of Saint Denis.

It wasn't as pleasant as everyone made it out to be, the place stunk of garbage and smoke and it festered with so much life. Most importantly there was Law in every corner and they were worried that their faces would be recognized. However, they tried their best to not act suspicious as Hosea lead them to where their supposed salvation should be.

"It's been years since we last saw her," Arthur spoke out to Hosea as he brought his horse next to his, "do you think she'll even remember us?" He asked eerily, skeptical of the plan. Anyone would be after reuniting with a person after all these years and the last they saw each other where not in the best circumstances.

Hosea kept calm like he always did, providing a mental stability in which the gang needed, "I know the girl better then I know you Arthur," his tone was fatherly as it's always been towards the boy, "her parting words were harsh, but I know she cares for the gang. If she didn't, she wouldn't have left a letter at all nor the good amount of cash."

Arthur never knew what happened to all that money that she left for the gang. Dutch just took it and said he hid it somewhere safe for when they were ready to disappear. That was years ago and he never saw the money again, probably left and abandoned in Blackwater. It was tempting to go back for all the money left behind, but as soon as he steps into Blackwater he's a dead man for sure.

The man fell to the back of the group to where John was following behind Dutch. He was relatively quite unlike his usual self, seemed more reserved, "what's up with you? Did the wolf eat your tongue or something?" Arthur asked sarcastically.

"Just..." John started, trying to find the right words to portray his thoughts, "We haven't seen her in years. Don't know how to feel with meeting her again now," it was true. He had a history with her before Abigail joined the picture. John Marston, the man who just recently accepted Jack was his son, pictured a life with Miss. Orléans all those years ago. He was madly in love with her, but something changed when Abigail joined the picture and he made a poor and stupid choice of abandoning her for Abigail.

Arthur didn't say anything back to him as he was lost in his own thoughts. The few little things he had in common with John was that he had a romantic history with Orléans as well. Ever since Hosea found her and took her into the gang, Arthur fancied her a lot and was sweet on her. However, his love was futile as the girl directed all of hers to John. Watched from the back bitterly as the two cozied up as a couple. Luck would have it that John made a careless mistake of leaving her for Abigail and he swept in to take his place. Of course not before having a turn with Abigail. Yet, just like John, Arthur left Orléans for another women, Mary to be exact and that was his greatest mistake.

Eventually the small group got off the Main Street and into a secluded area, where there was less bustling people about. There was one path that lead way out of the city and up into the mountains and the boys could already see the mansion that sat alone on the top. It was big, and it looked rich as they cautiously neared it.

"You sure this is the right place Hosea?" Dutch questioned as they halted their horses in front of a large gate. There were no guards around but it didn't stop him from worrying that Pinkertons or Laws would jump out any second now.

Hosea dismounted his horse before hitching it on a nearby tree, "I'm sure this is the place, come one now, let's not cause trouble for her."

The four approached the gate, trying to figure out what to do, but they didn't have to think for too long as the large doors of the mansion opened. A man stepped out and he was around Hoseas age but he wore an expensive looking suit as his graying hair was slicked back neatly. Dark blue eyes stared at the group for a moment before a slight grin made its way onto his lips when his eyes landed on Hoseas face.

"Mr. Mathews, correct?" He asked politely as he approached the gate and opened it for the group. Bowing slightly, he shook Hoseas hand, completely ignoring the rest, "Miss. Orléans told us to be expecting you soon. Your faces were plastered all over Backwater when I went down there for business matters."

Hosea chuckled lightly, "I hope matters didn't involve Pinkertons?" He asked in a joking matter, but the man heard the weariness behind it.

Quickly shaking his head, the man only patted Hoseas back reassuringly, "Miss. Orléans try's to not involve herself with the Law. How rude of me, I am Timothy Louis, Miss. Orléans right hand man you might say," the man was an eccentric figure as he lead them inside the mansion.

The interior was just as grand as the exterior. However it wasn't obnoxiously decorated like most rich folks houses where. There was a sense of finesse to it, it had more silver then gold scattered around the interior, a dark burgundy contrasting it nicely.

"How has Miss. Orléans been? It's been some time since I last saw her," Hosea struck up the conversation as he gave a look to Arthur and John, one that said that they better not even be thinking about stealing. It would have been easy as Timothy was only paying attention to Hosea.

"She's been well! Business has been thriving and yet she always gives back to the people. Try's her best to share her wealth, but she's been putting a good amount into savings," The man seemed proud when he was talking about her and he was. To him it was an absolute honor to be working and serving under her. Many didn't take her seriously in the line of business as she was a women, but eventually she made a name for herself in the cotton industry.

Hosea listened intently as he tried to envision the girl, wondering how she grew and changed over the years, "has she taken a man?" He suddenly asked, which caught the attention of a certain two as they directed their gaze to Timothy.

Shaking his head, Timothy did notice the intense looks he was receiving, "Many tried to tie her down, but she's either both not interested or she fancied none of her hundred suitors. Though I think motherhood has something to do with her lack of husband."

"Motherhood?" Hosea asked dumbfounded, his head trying to make sense of what the man said, "what do you reckon by that?"

"Exactly what I mean by it!" Timothy alone, before he opened another set of large doors, which lead to a private study.

The room was spacious as the walls were lined in bookshelf's and it was all taken up by books. In the center of the room was a large wooden desk with several stacks of paper behind it. To the side of the room was two couches that could probably fit three people in it and a dark red wooded coffe table in the middle of the two couches. Behind the desk was the only space that wasn't covered in books and it was for a large window that looked out to the city of Saint Denis. Infront if the grand window was what the boys could have sworn was a Queen.

The women was dressed in a expensive looking red gown. It was accented with silver as it puffed out in the back was a medium size black bow resting on her lower back. The lower half the dress was covered in silver frills that had a rose pattern embedded into it. The upper half hugged her body nicely ass the sleeves ended just pass her elbows and a pair of black gloves covered the rest of her arm. Black hair was curled loosely as half was tied up to resemble that of a bow. One of her hands was raised and in between her fingers was a cigarette.

"Miss. Orléans! The guest have finally arrived, just like you said!" Timothy spoke proudly as he took a step towards the women.

Turning around, dark green eyes observed the four men as her full light pink lips were bent into a small smile. Cheeks dusted with a slight rosey hue as pieces of hair loosely framed her delicate heart shaped face. Underneath her left eyes was a small circle beauty mark, a signatures of her.

"It's been too long Hosea," the women finally spoke, breaking the tense silence.

Hosea couldn't help but crack a smile when he noticed the gentle look in her green eyes, "far too long Elizabeth."

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aspiestvmusings · 6 years ago

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ENDGAME: THE MOMENTS

SPOILERS, BEWARE

All the moments that made us the most emotional in Endgame*

This is not a complete list:

A3 & A4 & CM parallels: Captain Marvel gave Nick Fury the pager in 1985, telling to only call her for help if things are really bad. The first and only time (canon currently...until it’s revealed on screen that it’s happened off-screen before) Fury uses it is after the 2018 Thanos snap, when Fury realizes that Thanos won that battle & that Tony is out of the picture. Only the Earth & the Universe losing it’s greatest protector... iron Man/Tony Stark... made him call for help

That misleading trick, when Tony isn’t fighting Thanos, but actually stealing something from him, so when the purple giant thinks he’s...inevitable... he’s actually mistaken, because... he isn't inevitable... (but) Tony is Iron Man.

And then... how Tony's will is so strong that he makes Thanos watch his downfall (see all his army die)...before he dies himself. This is so powerful. Tony saves Thanos for the very end, making him live with the knowledge that he lost the game for his team, while Tony won the game for his team. The ultimate “revenge”.

That american football game the team is playing at the end, where each team member gets their moment with the ball... trying to get it to the goal... endgame, and...finally... in the end... succeeding... (I see weird “parallels”, but that whole scene with that object seemed so much like american football to me, them all trying to get to a line, and passing it from one to another... and when one of them is going for the goal, the others are playing defence...)

Tony asking Pepper to not post that recorded message (the one we see recorded in space, in the trailer) to social media, because it’s a real tearjerker... (one day Tony’s whole speech...the one he recorded and we know she heard & saw.... will be posted on social media, and it will make us cry...again...) And that is a warning... because when Pep is listening to/watching his later recording, the whole audience is silent & in tears...

Tony saying that it’s been 21...no 22 days... since A3: IW... that is one day of drifting in space for every MCU film so far. And “23 days since Thanos came to Earth” means that the final number of films for this phase is 23 (A4 was 22nd & SM: FFH is the 23rd & last film of this phase & Infinity saga)

They warned us during the support group meeting that there will be crying before/during the salad & before/during the dessert. Thor’s mom says “eat a salad” in one scene... (and we get a mom/son moment + the Vormir scene is around this time) And then there is a scene of of Tony eating a popsicle (?) with M.H.S ...just after the Tony/Peter photograph scene. So... the audience, too, gets emotional & cries during the “salad” & “dessert” times/scenes in this film. Though... since dessert is usually saved for last, then the end of the film is the dessert, and that is a real tearjerker for sure.

The number of metal clangs in the very end...the post credits audio track..of Tony making the fist Iron Man suit in the cave... him using the hammer to make the suit... in a cave...from spare parts... is the sound it all ends with, and if I'm not mistaken there are 5 clangs...so one for each lost year/one for each year he gained with Pep & Morgan. Though yes, there is a possibility it’s not a sound from the past... but instead from present/future...and someone else making a weapon (hammer) or a (iron) suit. Using not modern tech, but the same method as Tony in 2008... a box of scraps & a hammer.

Rocket? Rachet? Rabbit? Build-a Beer? Or... something else? Rocket got called by many different “names” in this film...again.

That angry speech Tony gave Cap/Steve in the beginning. So deserved IMO. And maybe I am not getting the whole picture, because I am not familiar with Caps whole story, and don’t know all the relevant details, but... for me Caps ending proved that he remained/turned selfish, while Tony proved to be selfless. I found Cap’s decision to be (misquoting Bucky’s words here...) stupid. I don’t see it as him getting a taste of the same life as Clint, and Tony did. For me (again...maybe because I don’t know the character that well) it seemed that he really can’t move on, and he is forever stuck in the past (no matter how much that final scene on the bench kinda hints that he, after living the past, is finally able to let go of the past and move on...) unable to be a real hero, who puts greater good over personal gain. So I see their endings as following...

CONT: Tony proved Steve wrong - he was the real hero, and real protector...not just the Earth, but the whole Universe. Wherein Steve chose the selfish way out. For me this makes Tony’s story arc ending so much more better than Steve’s. I interpret this as the writers choosing to ...purposely... prove that the roles are actually different...from what Steve has previously claimed them to be. He’s the one hiding behind the mask, while Tony proves to be the strongest avenger. He has iron will...not just an iron suit. So...as for good writing goes... Tony got the good ending, Steve didn’t. Cap’s ending was a typical disney fairytale happy-ending... which in this case was definitely not great... it was ...bland. Fitting, yes.

There is a lot of snapping in this film. Tony snaps at Steve. Flashback to Thanos snap last year. Hulk ‘s snap. Thanos’s failed snap. THE SNAP.

Bruce/Hulk... combining the best of both “worlds” - the new Bruce/Hulk. The selfie with the fans moment. The pretend angry moment in 2012. giving 2 of his tacos to the regular-sized-man, who lost one of his...

The New Asgard. Where you have to drive very slowly (and carefully). And one, which doesn’t have their King now anymore. Though luckily by the end the people get their leader - a Queen.

The time travel talk and making fun of sci-fi films that deal with time travel (and always use the typical film tropes) Then again...they use the typical move trope for superheroes... sacrificing one to save many... the greater good concept. But yeah...they make up their own rules for time travel in this film.

Tony arriving in the e-tron. I mean.. you don’t have to see the car model yet or know who is coming, but you know... Only Tony drives like that. The scene also mirrors that scene in the past where Tony leaves in the same car model....driving off after that last conversation with Steve that he had. The past scene was when Tony & Steve last talked & the current scene is the first time they talk...again. (and it’s once again shows who is the bigger man here...cause it’s Tony who takes the first step & “apologizes”. while Steve says nothing about their past disagreements & putting it behind them. I was kinda surprised how they seemed to purposely “choose sides” as writers... portraying Tony as the character who has grown and developed, AND showing Steve as the character, who has stayed the same...if not even de-gressed)

Natasha/Clint fighting over who gets to do the “mission”... OMG... They each think they deserve to be the one to make the sacrifice, and they fight...seriously... to “save the other one”

That little smirk/smile from Natasha in her last scene... I cannot... just as she lets go of his hand.

Also... reminder that Natasha (who was undercover as Natalie) was the first current OG6 Avenger Team member that Tony met... in IM2. Think about that now... after Endgame.

The women protecting the team member transporting the object. I kinda like the symbolism of women being the protectors/caretakers. Though, yes, that scene seemed a bit too much... and “weird” to have in the middle of life/death battle.... But then again... the american football thing was also strange. So...typical superhero film stuff, I guess.

Tony, again, knowing the outcome (he might’ve said that he thought his A2 vision was a dream, when it was sort of a prophecy...) and being prepared... that whole last speech he had prepared... HE KNEW! He knew even before Strange gave him the hint (via the hand gesture) what will happen, and yet he chose to do it all the same way... still... (taking us back to his character, and to his talk with the man with the flowers in that earlier scene)

Tony is the PRE-venger, while Steve is the A-venger. Tony plans ahead & prefers the preventative measure, while Steve prefers to wait & see... and take action after everything’s gone wrong. Tony prevents the fires, Steve puts them out after they’ve burned... half on everything. Two very different world views. And it’s ok... and I was OK with both... until the respective character arc ends. Because in the end Tony proved that he actually was right & Steve was wrong. His brain power & ability to have a vision in his mind of the reality, and ignore the limitations of space & time tells of his character, and heart & soul.

This movie, again, tells you why Ironman/Tony Stark is the strongest Avenger. (he might not be able to lift the Mjolnir, but still... he is able to wear the IG... which harnesses so much power that it could light up a whole continent) He might not be physically as strong as some of the other Avengers, because underneath that iron suit is a normal human being (without any “superpowers”), but he is still the strongest of them all... He has IRON WILL. And if anyone doubts that Tony Stark has the kindest heart, and that he is also the strongest avenger, and the mightiest superhero, then this film should debunk all that. It once again proves WHY and HOW he is THE ONE.

And one might think that his decision to be “selfish” again...after the original snap, when others lost so much & couldn’t move on (and he moved on...even though he lost so much, too... but he tried...), but IMO this one was deserved. He lost, too. All of them lost someone & something, but instead of letting the past (depression) swallow him...like happened with Steve, Nat, & Thor...or let the future (anxiety) swallow him (like it did in IM3/A2), he accepted things as they were. (Even if he didn’t truly do that... as evident by the secret suit-building lab in the Garage & the hi-tech computer in the living room to work on his ideas....and the sleepless nights he’d had)

The scene where Tony has that talk with the other character, who has the same name as him (you know which scene I mean... right? The man with the flowers) and how that basically tells the viewer what’s to come. Tony aka Howard Potts meeting Howard Stark...in 1970. This talk is what pushes Tony to make the choice he makes & this, together with the scene where he looks at the pic of him & the kid -- together with advice from this wife -- makes him choose the danger again...one last time. Choosing the greater good over personal gain. That has been his character since IM1, but definitely since IM3.

Pepper. Oh, Pepper. We see that they share everything. He tells her everything. And she knows him (and while the only & greatest failure of her life may be not being able to make him stop/step away from the superhero life...completely) and though she doesn’t like it (for reasons), she has always supported him/it... fully. That conversation on the sofa sums it up...perfectly. And then later we see that Pepper has gotten her anniversary gift (did Tony give it to her early? Did she find it...in the garage, just like M.H. did) and based on how well she was operating the suit, I’d say Tony & Pepper have done some suit test flights (together) before. And then when she asks Friday for status report, she is the supportive wife the whole time his hand is one hers (or was it her hand on his?), and she only lets her emotions out... afterwards. She is strong...for him. She was the source of his strength, in many ways.

Tony’s end speech. This, to me, felt as both Tony saying goodbye to Iron Man & RDJ saying goodbye to IM/Tony. It did speak to me, directly, too. The line from the promo saing that “part of the journey is the end”, and how he helped everyone (himself, other characters,us...the viewers) say goodbye to Iron Man... that was (however sad it might be) beautiful.

The next generation being introduced...kinda. We see Steve actually give his shield to another character, therefore confirming who will be the new Captain America. Others are more like hints. Hawkeye training his daughter - Lila is gonna be the new Hawkeye. There are no “replacements” introduced, as far as I could notice, for Hulk, Thor, or Black Widow. But there were...kinda hints for Tony’s successor. We saw Rescue being introduced, but that suit is most likely gonna be worn by not the person who wore it in this film, but by the one who “accidentally” found the helmet and tried it on. Or.... maybe..by the kid from IM3. Though I’d say it’s more likely hell be the new Iron Patriot instead (which is way cooler than WarMachine, right?) But..perhaps it’s like with Peter Parker, who was...kinda...introduced in Iron Man 2 (apparently the creators have revealed BTS that the kid in Iron Man mask in IM2 was young Peter Parker, and look how that turned out... a decade later he meets Tony Stark again -- and becomes a superhero, not just the friendly neighbourhood protector). So... if we want to look for parallels., then maybe in a decade the MCU will see the child character seen in Endgame in Ironman Mask as the next superhero & Avenger?

I also liked that Carol/Captain Marvel wasn’t it that many scenes. She plays her role in the beginning & in the end of the film, but I liked that they focused on the original cast & the “old characters”, and CM just helped in moments when the team needed her help...the most.

But why...oh why... has none of the other characters even half the character and strength/power to even think about using the “hot potato” for something else than playing american football - passing it from one to another, trying to score? When doing so would have shown their character. Because....none of them (not even Carol) is as strong as Tony. Everyone else knew they could not take it, but he did not even hesitate. (he went straight for the “head”)Sure..their mission until the end was to “pull it off” his hand and get it to the van, but if anyone would’ve just chopped off the hand instead & channelled the power of the stones themselves... it might’ve shown that someone else in the team was as badass as Tony is.

...and that’s all...for now.

There were, of course, so many other memorable, significant, funny, or sweet or heartbreaking moments, but since the film is really long and really packed,theres not enough room to cover everything in one post.-

#SPOILER #endgamespoiler #endgamespoilers #endgame spoilers #endgame spoiler #Avengers 4 #Avengers: Endgame #Avengers Endgame #MCU #Tony Stark #Iron Man #RDJ

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okimargarvez · 6 years ago

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EVERY FAREWELL BRINGS WITH IT A NEW BEGINNING- Wheels up

Original title: Ogni addio porta con sé un nuovo inizio.

Prompt: 13x01, 13x05.

Warning: character’ death.

Genre: angst, family, romantic, drama, friendship.

Characters: Penelope Garcia, Luke Alvez, Emily Prentiss, Jennifer Jareau, Tara Lewis, Stephen Walker, Spencer Reid, David Rossi, Matt Simmons, Mark, Diana Reid, Will LaMontagne, other BAU family members.

Pairing: Garvez, Emily x Mark, JJ x Will, Spencer x Maeve, Matt x Kristy.

Note: 2 oneshot.

Legend: 💏😘🔦🐶⚰.

Song mentioned: none.

Note: I written this almost a year ago, before watching the 13th Season Premiere. There is a second part, dedicated on episode 13x05 (Lucky strikes). What I wanted to see. I’ve tried to write as it was a screenplay. Less descriptions and more dialogues.

Every Farewell Bring With It A New Beginning- Masterlist

GARVEZ STORIES

EVERY FAREWELL BRINGS WITH IT A NEW BEGINNING

Previously

A very loud noise, indeed, more than one. The bang of exploding tires, first the front ones and then the rear wheels. The screeching brakes of the asphalt.

A female voice: -Is everyone OK?-

-Yeah.- another woman, after a break of consultation. Sighs of relief filled the cockpits of both vehicles.

Then a sudden and blinding light. Another danger lurking. Not even time to scream. Again, a cacophony of sounds horrifying. The metal being bent by the impact. The glass that are shattered; some splinters sticking into the skin, causing superficial wounds and bleeding.

Wheels up

Start a new gig: moaning giving way to genuine complaints.

On its own, separate from others, was hear a broken voice. Far. -Guys, what's happened?-. She doesn't get an answer. She's afraid to try again. But again, the woman speaks through a mobile miraculously survived. -Are you okay? Please give me a sign!-. sob, pulled up the nose, another sob. -Emily? JJ? Rossi? Tara? Alvez? Walker?-. It seems almost a list, a roll-call for only absents. The order isn't really random.

Anything.

Then fingers quickly press the keys, outgoing call -911, what's your emergency? -. No time to let be governed by panic.

-I'm an FBI agent, my colleagues have been hit during a mission, I need at least three ambulances at the address which I'm forwarding to you, NOW! - despite good intentions she yells and screams a bit 'too much.

-We will immediately did. Can you tell me if it was involved a firearm or...?- she stops the operator rudely.

-No, no! I think that it was a car accident but... just before I heard the bang of the tires bursting. It wasn't bad luck, it was deliberate.- she act is found to do the part of the profiler, that she had never wanted to be.

The first thing she hear is a sharp pain in the chest, stretching the length of the chest. At the same time a kind of whining. Soon she realizes that she herself is producing that sound. The head is spinning, because they were overturned.

She opens her eyes and even that tiny gesture causes suffering. Next to her, at the wheel, there's Rossi, unconscious. All at once a groan, but not came from man. -Tara?- she feels her mouth dry, almost the impact had taken away all the saliva. The belts have become a prison. She tries not to panic and follow the procedures, learned too many years ago. She puts her hands on the roof, then with one can press the lock and release. She sighs of relief and gradually let go the grip with her feet. She finds herself sitting crooked. She looks again at Dave, who doesn't move.

Something, maybe her instinct tells her to stay alert. She peers in semi-darkness in search of her gun. She finds the weapon and holds it close to her. Turning back to Tara, still upside down, she makes a sign to remain silent. A thousandth after a blinding light illuminates the road and then the passenger compartment.

She cleans the lenses with the rag, but those salty stains will not go away. Then she off her glasses and she put them on the desk. She looks blinking dot on her screen; fixed, always in the same position. Help is coming. She must think this, or go mad.

-I'm at the airport now, hold on, baby girl. Wait. In a moment I'll be with you.- she nods, but he can't see her. But she can't talk at this time. And it is strange, for she usually begins to rave when they are in trouble.

They knew it was risky. They were talking about this just a moment before it happened the incident. Mr. Scratch is the worse unsub that they had met.

The call ends with a click. But she can't afford to do another cycle of crying. She has something to do.

Slender hands leaf through the pages covered with photos. Others, a bit older and wrinkled, cover the younger hand indicating a particular image. He portrays a man, a woman and a small child, in front of an institutional building.

-Here we had just returned from the science fair, which of course you won.- he smiles and it's funny, his mother remembers a piece of their lives that he, with an eidetic memory isn't able to remember, because it was really too small at the material time. He looks carefully one of the people, more than others.

Dad. I miss dad.

A simple thought for one with an IQ as him. But the woman's fingers shake his. She know it; she feels the same thing.

One annoying vibration forces him to open his eyes. It's his phone. The caller is Penelope. Instantly he understands that something bad happened. He stands up, moving away from the mother so she doesn't hear. Just when he presses the green button he was denied a chance to speak.

-Reid , the team had an accident... I sent the ambulances... no one answers... Derek is coming here... I...- he understands that she is in clear and justified drowsiness. He glances at the blonde woman sat on the couch.

-I'm coming.-

She sees a metallic shimmer. She counts mentally two seconds. She hears Tara's breath and her own, they seem loud as the roar of a plane. She rushes forward and fires five shots in quick succession. She is sure that it's not the help. The watch Rossi leads the wrist says that only within minutes have passed from the accident and not even Garcia isn't so rapid.

She turns to Tara. She's fighting with belts and finally succeeds in.

She gives a kick to the last bits of the window glass, remained precariously together. She tries the door handle of the door, but the latter is deformed, and then fails to open it. Without thinking too much, she comes out straight out of the window, accumulating other scratches.

A pool of blood is spreading under the body of a man dressed all in black.

Behind her she hears Dr. Lewis shouts -Rossi! Rossi, c'mon!-

Hearing gunshots she feared the worst. Looking out, the glow has enabled her to understand that the victim wasn't one of her team, because it wasn't on the cars but outside.

-Are you all right?- to they it went better. They weren't overturned, but flipped on its side. -Luke?- no movement, however slight. -Walker?- she asks then, but is not likely to get any kind of response.

The flashes light of ambulances.

The cries of the paramedics.

-There need to intubate! -

-B.P. is dropping!-

-We're losing him!-

Then they are transport on stretchers. People waiting sessions for less wounds serious watch helplessly that show.

-I'm fine, you have to help Walker, Rossi and Alvez!- the protests of one of the three women are settled with any simple gazes. -I said I'm fine, leave me!- she attracts everyone's attention.

-Madam, calm down. You had to be visited as the others. We are taking care of everyone.- the bed continues to wobble. A needle inserted gently into the skin.

Finally, peace and oblivion.

They hold hands as a few days before, when he was finally released from prison. That time he was in need of comfort and support. Today the roles have been reversed. Garcia is a strong person, despite all the tears that she annually weeps. He has never seen her like this. It had never happened something like that, a disaster that involved the safety of the whole team.

She doesn't know what to think, for those she has to pray. This time she can't believe that it happens a miracle and that's will right.

Something, a voice tells her that it's not.

Without even realizing it, she lost consciousness.

-It was a Scratch's trap. I should have thought. I have examined all possibilities.- the brunette shakes her head to self-inflicted reproaches of her boss. A bandage covers her forehead, concealing a deep cut right on her eyebrow arch. Various scratches are scattered all over the face. The hospital gown doesn't take off one gram of her authority.

-Emily, don't say that. At best, it was our mistake. We had to think about any kind of variable. It wasn't your fault.- she repeats, but the other woman ignores her. The brunette runs a hand over her face, feeling tangibly her wounds.

-It was impossible to predict one such thing.- Rossi gives her help, but it's useless.

She keeps looking in the direction of the last bed. Empty.

It was only a moment and no medical intervention was necessary. Never letting go they reach the room where the BAU members are hospitalized. Spencer runs from JJ.

-You already warned Will and the boys?- the blonde asks, without breaking away from the embrace, the computer technician nods.

-I... I called everyone I could. Morgan is coming too... – this doesn’t seem to surprise Prentiss. Not even Rossi, who giggles. When he arrives from the latter he realizes that it doesn’t add up. Someone is missing from the party. The smile goes off on her lips.

There is still another bed in the room. And there's nobody on it.

-Garcia...- she doesn’t remain there to hear an unpleasant story. Before disappearing, she glanced at Reid, who didn’t want to tell her what the doctor had told him while she was "absent".

The others look at her running away, sighing and exchanging eloquent looks.

She washed her face several times with cold water, but every time she raises her eyes on the mirror, she sees a redness on her skin that doesn’t want to leave. She can’t stop crying.

She seems to hear a male voice making her name. She ignores it. But this insists, tries again. Anything. She recognized who these nuances and accent belong to, but it is only her mind that makes fun of her.

Suddenly the hallucination becomes tactile. Soon after a strange noise, like wheels on the floor; a hand is resting on her back. Big, certainly belongs to a man. And hot. She can feel heat even through layers of fabric.

She turns slowly, and he releases his grip.

Sitting in a wheelchair there is special agent Luke Alvez.

-So, what we do?- the brunette went for a moment in the bathroom and when she came out wearing the gear brought by Garcia. Yes, she had thought of everything...

-We can’t do anything right now, Emily...- the paternal and condescending tone of the elder irritates her. She knows perfectly well that this is irrational sensations, but this changes things a little.

-Rossi is right. You have to rest, you are still under observation... – she chases the boy's words with her hand.

-You shouldn’t be here, rather. You should be with your mother. Good heavens, you're just back in freedom and just a few hours ago we freed Diana! What the hell are you doing in the hospital?- everyone has understood the reason for their boss's behavior; nobody takes it too much.

-We are a family, have you forgotten it? We have to stay united.- even the blonde has to add the dose. What no one says is especially at times like these.

Quick disordered flashbacks pass before their eyes.

The attack in New York. Hotch disappeared.

Garcia in the operating room. -The bullet entered the chest and rebounded into the abdomen. She lost a lot of blood. But we managed to repair the injuries. A centimeter higher and would have crossed her heart but could be discharged in a couple of days.-.

Spencer kidnapped by a bipolar fool. -Dad, don’t do it!... Shut up, son.-.

Savannah hit while she was pregnant. Outside a hospital.

The funeral of Emily. That of the chief of the section, Erin Strauss.

-The superhighway of information is closed.- Elle almost dead.

-We have a case... it concerns Gideon...-.

JJ kidnapped and tortured while she was pregnant. Mateo Cruz, chief of the section, half dead.

Hailey killed by the Reaper. And Jack save by miracle.

The anguish, then the relief. Sometimes only despair that fades too slowly. The pain that becomes a friend to cling to.

There have already been so many times, yet each one is always different. Probability doesn’t mean certainty, but possibility. Hope.

- We must think only of Stephen. We have to pray that everything is going good.-

-Luke?! Oh God! Oh God! You're... you're...- the man understands what she can’t say aloud. He shakes his head, without the shadow of a smile. Then he raises his leg to show her that it's nothing serious.

-It's just a dislocation. Really, Garcia. I'll just have to use crutches for a while.- now he tries to smile to reassure her. The comfort, however, lasts very little.

-Oh, then it's Walker!- for a moment he would like to protest, to say that as usual she would have preferred it was him, the one in danger of life, because he had no one who would mourn his death, while Stephen had a family, wife and sons. He was only the newbie and he would remain forever. But luckily, he manages to hold back and drive away a thought that is so selfish, yet sensible.

-Breath, Garcia!- he tries to take her by the shoulders, but from that position is too difficult. He sees that look she had during the Reid hearing. -It's in the operating room, right now.- thin consolation. That bad presentiment that has haunted her since Prentiss showed her the false message sent to Derek, is now stronger than ever.

-I have to... Oh my God! Monica and the children! They are already arrived? She will need help... - she feels herself missing again. The head turns like a crazy top. The legs are too heavy. She can’t speak anymore. Luke assists helplessly, fearing she may fall, but not knowing what to do. She leans against the wall and takes a breath. -You remember... what you told me?- she just stares him. -Now I want to cry and that someone can stand me while I do.- the tears are already peeping from the pupils and it is clear that she will not accept a no for an answer. Luke smiles sweetly. He doesn’t know how he managed to make such a confession that day. And certainly, she hadn’t taken him seriously. But now it is he who takes his responsibilities. Penelope lowers her height and hugs him. The masculine hands gently caress her back. He trembles, strives not to cry in turn.

A few sentences whisper in her ear, while a hand moves through her hair. -I'm sure you did everything you could, all the necessary calls.- her biggest enemy is herself, and it's always been so obvious. She will never be enough, up to her expectations. There will always be something that she could have done but was not able to. Something to think about. She and Prentiss are very similar. – Stop crying, stop. It's not your fault, Penelope.- and she notices once again how Luke is not Derek. The latter would have allowed her to let off steam until exhaustion. The Newbie no; he wants her next to him at the crime scene; he has the courage to tell her truth that she would prefer (it would be easier) to ignore. -It will not help Walker survive.-

-But why are they putting so much? To wedge a leg, it doesn’t take all this time …- the anxiety has spread throughout the room. Nobody tries to comfort others. Even Spencer gave up after receiving a glare for coming out with one of his quotes. -It says no news is good news.-.

Then the noise of wheels on the floor and the door that opens makes everyone jump. Enter Luke, in a wheelchair. But even more shocking is that to push it is Garcia. They see that she cried, but this doesn’t surprise anyone.

-Are there any news?- he immediately shoots that question, aware that otherwise he will not do it again. Both Emily and Rossi shake their heads. The wait continues. Silence seems almost unreal. Only JJ notices the hand of the former task force agent gently gripping the arm of their computer technician. For a second, she wonders if something has happened between those two and promises to ask her friend. When all this will be another bad memory.

But then the door swings open and this time a doctor enters, still wearing a bloody smock, headphones and a mask. Indecipherable expression. -Are you colleagues of Agent Walker?- so many nodding heads, hands clasping each other, in a gesture of prayer, intertwined fingers. -We have done everything possible, I'm sorry, the head injury was too extensive.- the rest of the doctor's words is confused in their minds.

He can’t really be dead.

We had just met him.

Monica, poor Monica.

It's my fault, my fault, mine. Mine.

After a few minutes the ambassador of misfortunes comes out and no one can even say anything. Penelope glances at the door, but before she can even think of escaping, the hold on her arm tightens and takes her back to her duty.

They are a family, for better or for worse.

The cry of the child lasts very little. Two pairs of arms are already ready to tighten and console him. A couple and a half. -You should not lift weights, have you forgotten what the doctor said?- the husband's sensible words don’t sound good before a mother who just wants to embrace her own fruit. -Honey, let me, I don’t make him fall!- a moment of resistance and then surrender.

She sits on the couch, abandoning herself to dead weight.

-Mummy, do you want me to help you put the jacket?- the blond child with glasses bigger than him make her smile.

-Sure, my love.-

-I know, I know if you could you have been here.- she walks across the room, making the same route.

-I know you, Em, you want to make everyone believe that you're well, being strong enough to overcome anything by yourself... but you're not alone, love, ok? There are me and there are your colleagues. Nobody expects you to be the next Iron Lady.- but she shakes her head.

-Mark, it was my fault, if Stephen died! I'm the chief of this unit... Hotch...- he stops her before she can say other nonsense.

-Don’t say something like "Hotch would not allow it". He is a human being, like you. Such development couldn’t be foreseen.- the man on the other end of the line sighs. He passes a hand on the head. -Listen to me, I'll be there tonight. Okay?- this time she nods, but he can’t see her anyway.

She end the call without adding anything. She sits down, takes off her shoes and massages her feet. She is no longer used to putting on her heels. She far prefers something more convenient and practical.

Trying not to be too brusquely he drives away the woman's hand.

-Mom, enough. So you're suffocating me.- he tries to loosen the tie a bit. He feels strangled. He is having a crisis. It didn’t happen to him for a while. He thought he was already free of stress for having spent six months in prison but reading at the speed of light or having a volcanic mind doesn’t save him from the human emotions of ordinary mortals. In that sphere he is vulnerable, just like everyone else.

One name seems to pass quickly in front of him. Maeve. He feels a caress on his arm. It could be a breath of wind, entered through the window that his mother left open. Before he can even take a step, the new nurse intuits what he is thinking and closes it. Yet that shiver doesn’t go away.

I'm with you, Spencer.

-You're very well dad, really.- a laugh.

The man doesn’t turn around, he continues to admire his reflection in the mirror. He sees all the wrinkles, some white hair despite the color. And yet... not bad. Overall, it could be put much worse.

The female hand rests on his shoulder and forces him to turn around. -I'm sorry to distract you from contemplation, but you'll be late for the ceremony...- he looks at his partner and daughter, their faces both anxious.

That dress he would have preferred to put on another occasion.

She isn’t convinced of her choice, but she doesn’t find anything better. She ponders the stupidity of the need to concentrate negative emotions on clothes that society considers suitable for the occasion.

-Tara?- the man says her name. His tone is delicate, he knows how much her sister is suffering, but she is the strong one, who doesn’t show her weaknesses. She spends her life listening to the thoughts and problems of others, while she doesn’t even consider hers. She turns to look at him. -It's time to go.- he offers her his arm and after a minute hesitation, she accepts.

He fastens his shoes and then look at the bed. The dog is looking at him curiously, bending his head following his movements. -What's up, girl? Don’t you like it?- he using the arms to bring the wheelchair next to the mattress. -No even I wanted to put clothes like that.- he sighs, for a moment losing in his memories.

The bell rings.

He gives Roxy a caress. -She is here.- he announces, the voice a bit trembling. He moves to the entrance and opens the door. A blonde woman, entirely dressed in black, with a hat of the same color on her head, is smiling to him sadly.

-Are you ready?- she asks him, staying on the threshold. The man nods. She turns around and turns back. -We see you later, Roxy.- she greets the dog and then helps him to get off those few steps, then to get on board the car. She puts in the driver's seat. It's a strange thing, it was usually the opposite, but lately, because of the fracture, she was often found in this situation.

-Penelope...- he puts a hand on hers, already on the steering wheel. The woman turns to look at him, tightening her lips. -Are you okay?- she shakes her head, deciding to be honest. -Me too.- he says, intertwining their fingers and giving her a hold. -We will get also through this.-

-Do you think so, Luke? I'm not so sure.- she starts, without breaking the contact. -We go ahead, because there isn’t much else that can be done... as to overcome it... no.- she shakes the head again and she is necessary not to cry, not to ruin the make-up.

Standing in front of that closed coffin, everyone tries to stand up as they can. JJ clings to Will, Rossi to his daughter, Tara and Emily remain close, Reid alone (or almost), with his hands in his pockets, Garcia behind the wheelchair of Luke, a hand on the man's shoulder, that of him on hers, without looking at each other.

In the front row a woman embraces two children, a boy and a girl, who can’t stop crying.

-The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want.- a man dressed in ceremonial clothes pronounces in a solemn tone. A priest, a great friend of the Walker family. He baptized Ely and Maya, celebrating the marriage of Stephen and Monica. He didn’t think he would survive that boy who spent his afternoons helping him with the parish, instead of playing the park like everyone else.

The box is lowered, and the pit filled with earth.

It's over another day.

-We need to take that bastard!- the brunette slams a fist on the round table, making the other members of the team jump. That empty chair stands out terribly. -It's my fault, if Stephen is dead.- now her voice seems to come from beyond the grave.

-Emily, it's not true...- the blonde expert in communication tries to contradict her.

-Yes, that is. I'm not just talking about Scratch trap. I let him come here, I wanted him to be part of this group, and now Monica no longer has a husband, two boys no longer have a father... and we've lost a fantastic person. I want the head of the son of a bitch, and I want it before this month ends!- with the last cry, she gets out of the room. With strange glances, the others gradually get up and leave. Only the computer technician and the former agent of the task force remain.

-Do you need help, Newbie?- since the incident she changed attitude, indeed, she took care of him, making him a nurse, helping him in the kitchen, taking Roxy out... basically they attended a lot in the non-working hours and have discovered to appreciate each other's company. Luke has become used too easily in the presence of the woman and at this moment he realizes that when he gets better, everything will return as before and he doesn’t know if he's ready or if he wants it. On the contrary, he knows perfectly well that he doesn’t want to start spending his free time alone. Or without her, which is about the same thing.

-No...- he answers after what seems an eternity. He returns to her own papers. -Penelope...- he finds the courage to call her, the blonde raises her head to look at him, but then her cell phone starts to sing. The man shakes his head and sighs.

-Matt?- she asks surprised. -What?- she turns her back to him, she is distracted for a moment. When she looks around, Luke is gone.

-Welcome to the team, Simmons. I hope you'll help us capture Lewis.- the woman shakes her hand. The man with Asian features reciprocates the grasp and smiles.

-Thank you, Prentiss. I hope so too.-

It's all dark and already the thing appears quite suspicious. JJ gives a boost to the man, forcing him to enter. On her face a strange smile. As soon as he sets foot in the meeting room, the light is rekindled and the sight hits him. The others are also stunned, all except the blonde.

-Surprise!- shouts a voice that he knows well. On the round table there are several glasses already filled with a semi-transparent liquid and even a cake with the word Welcome in uppercase.

The former newcomer can’t hold back a grimace of annoyance. Garcia can’t but celebrate the entry of a person in the team; pity that she hadn’t reserved such a consideration to him. Indeed, all the opposite. He notices with horror that he is jealous of her. Every smile, every minimal gesture that the woman dedicates to Simmons, is unbearable.

He doesn’t even listen to the usual proclamations and so he is taken aback when a female hand is resting on his shoulder.

-Are we going, Luke?- he nods only, fearing what he might unwittingly say.

He opens the door trying to make as little noise as possible. It's night. He doesn’t want to wake his partner. He climbs the stairs moving like a thief or an assailant and the idea almost makes him laugh, risking ruining everything. Arrived at the last step he almost falls due to a toy; he bites his tongue not to say a dirty word.

He opens the door and contemplates his children sleeping for a few seconds, then moves into the bedroom and does the same with his wife. Then he undresses, wears his pajamas and finally slips under the covers.

Sigh of joy.

This is home.

-Are you sure everything's ok?- they're waiting for the elevator together. The ex-newcomer tries to keep his distance for what he is allowed by a wheelchair; he begins to strongly hate this machine. It makes him feel too vulnerable and made him discover what it feels like to have Penelope Garcia in their everyday life, knowing that it will end too soon and that it isn’t enough anyway. -Do you need help later, with Roxy?- the woman asks after waiting for the answer to the first question, in vain. She doesn’t understand his strange attitude of these last hours.

-No.- he finally answers, always closed. She looks up and pretends nothing. Silence, they only hear the buzz of the elevator that is coming. Finally, the doors open. They go up, he avoids her help and Penelope doesn’t know what to think. They remain silent for a few seconds, then she blurts out: -Listen, what's your problem? Say it immediately and let's get it over.- she puts her arms crossed and forces him to look at her.

-Nothing...- he begins in an unconvincing tone. -just that... when Prentiss came back you gave her a toast, Walker… you welcomed him with open arms- he had a hard time saying that name -and Simmons... you gave him a welcome party- she starts to guess where he wants to go, but she lets him end. -I'm the only one who didn’t have this honor.- he closes his eyes and shakes his head, just wanting that the doors open and can go down. In any case he can’t drive, so he will not easily get rid of the woman.

Penelope has a smug smile on her face. -Oh no, no, I can’t believe it!- she exclaims with exaggerated tone and theatrical way. -You are... jealous of the attention I gave to Matt?- it annoys him that she called him for his own name. -You are completely out of it, a little sounder- she warns him that they have reached the parking floor. He pushes the wheelchair outside and heads for his car. -But you know that he has four children?- she emphasizes the number.

He sighs, desperate. He should have found a way to restrain himself, but it's too late now. -Of course, I know, I'm the godfather of the twins.- he confesses. She is so surprised that she stops and stands in front of him to scrutinize his expression more carefully and catch him in the face of a lie. -It's a great friend of mine, we've known each other since the days of the academy...- she starts walking again and then helps him to settle in the passenger seat. He no longer opens his mouth halfway and the blonde decides to respect his colleague's silence. -I've known him for a long time.- he suddenly begins to speak, while they are still at an intersection. -So no, I'm not jealous of him.- she turns to look at him confused.

-But then…- he doesn’t give her the chance to reply and even the light turns green. She press the foot on the clutch, then on the accelerator.

Luke sighs, totally resigned. -I'm jealous of you.- he no longer has the courage to look at her and not even her. -Now, please, if you want me at least a shred of love, don’t say anything, leave me at home, slip away and... forget what I told you.- she nods, but knows she will not.

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Part: One

Characters: Jeffrey Dean Morgan x Hilarie Burton

Warnings: Drinking, Angst, Fluff and Awkwardness

Notes: There is another part to this coming out today so you guys won't have to wait too long lol

Now of course I don't know exactly what went down between these two but from the small amount of info given this is what I'd like to think happened ;)

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“So I've got a girl you should meet”

Jeff let out a deep sigh as he shoved another shirt into his suitcase holding the phone to his ear with his shoulder “what the hell does that even mean Jensen?”

He could hear the younger man let out an annoyed huff “n-nothing...I just...well...you just got over that thing with Mary and Daneel’s friend just ditched her husband and I figured…”

Jeff growled slamming his suitcase shut “you figured a good rebound is just what the doctor ordered huh?”

“That's not what I said, I know it was rough man…” he sighed causing Jeff to feel a pang of guilt for snapping at him.

“just come out for drinks with us, talk to her...who knows you two might hit it off”.

Jeff snorted “yeah cuz that's exactly what I need, find out I'm not good enough for one women just to get rejected by another”.

“It's just drinks man, just some alcohol with friends” he chuckled.

Jeff ran his hand down his face with a sigh “fine I'll go, but don't try any of that fucking matchmaker shit..”

“I won't, scouts honor!!”

“You were never in the fucking scouts!”

***

“Whoa slow down pops” Jensen chuckled as Jeff downed his fourth shot of whisky. The man looked like he was about ready to throw up, as he eyed the door. Jensen was nursing a glass of scotch as he eyed the older man with great amusement.

Pulling back his coat sleeve Jeff furrowed his brow “h-have you talked to Daneel?”

Jensen smiled raising his eyebrows over his tumbler with a hum. Setting it down on the bar with a wince “take a breath man, they'll be here”.

Jeff rubbed his hands together before ordering another drink, he probably shouldn't of been drinking so much but he couldn't seem to douse the damn butterflies in his stomach. It never failed, every time he opened his heart to a woman they crushed it before tossing it to the curb.

The thought of going through it again while the wound was still fresh terrified him, what would she think of him?

Did she even know he was gonna be here?

Just as he was about to ask, the door opened with a loud jingle. Snapping his eyes to the door his eyes widened, Daneel came through first followed closely by the most beautiful woman Jeff had ever seen.

She was tall and lean, with soft brunette hair that hung to her shoulders in waves. her smile lighting up the room as she followed Daneel, her happiness alone seemed to give the room life.

Jensen caught on to Jeff's enamored look with a deep chuckle “well that's a good sign”.

Jeff didn't hear him, he couldn't hear anything. His eyes locked with the goddess heading their direction, the world going into slow motion like some sort of cheesy romance flick.

Both Jensen and Jeff got to their feet as the two women came to stand beside them. Jensen leaning forward to give Daneel a sweet kiss as she brought her hand up to rest on his chest as she grabbed her friends hand. Her chocolate eyes darting to Jeff with a sweet smile before pulling her around making her giggle.

Daneel’s friend gave him a sweet smile “you ok?”

Raising his brow in confusion he suddenly realized his mouth was still hanging open like a freak. Shaking his head to knock the fog loose he cleared his throat with a soft smile, he could feel the blush working its way up his throat making him drop his chin “y-yeah...sorry”.

Jensen was smiling like an idiot, Daneel biting her lip with a pleased smile as she tugged him away from them “Let's get some drinks”.

Jeff scratched the back of his neck nervously before gripping his earlobe, the woman watched her friend leave them alone before returning her gaze to him. Dropping his hands to stuff in his pockets he shifted before blurting out “I-I'm Jeffrey…”

She smiled “Hilarie”

He smiled brightly, he doesn't know what to say.

He didn't want to blurt out something stupid like…

“you have beautiful hair”.

Jesus christ!!

Hilarie’s bubbling laugh made him chuckle, the deep blush he was positive was burning his dimpled cheeks broadcasting his embarrassment. She toyed with the ends with a smile “thank you, s’not my natural color though” she pouted.

He couldn't stop smiling “m’sure any color looks great on you”.

He felt a wave of happiness flood through him at the blush that dusted her cheeks “you're quite the charmer huh?”

He chuckled “nah I'm a dope, but I'm a happy dope” he loved that he could make her laugh.

“I've uh seen you before ya know!”

He bit his lip with a smirk “ya have?” she nodded poking his chest playfully making him chuckle “you play papa Winchester right?”

He grinned nodding his head as he ran his hand through his hair, just then Daneel and Jensen arrived back with a tray full of shots.

“Let's get shit faced!!”

The girls laughed at Jensen while Jeff shook his head.

****

Hours passed and soon they were all pretty buzzed, Jeff had his head leaning against his hand as Daneel and Hilarie giggled. Jensen was attempting to tie a cherry stem in a knot with his tongue and failing miserably.

“Jeff, jeffy...jeeeeffff you got tequila at home? We...we should deeeefinitely go to your place for tequila”.

Jeff chuckled at his friends drunken ramblings “brother I don't think you need anymore alcohol…”

Hilarie leaned back against his chest with an upside down smile “oh come on...everyone knows it's safer to drink at home anyway!” her pleading whine made him smile. How in the world could he say no to that, Daneel suddenly grabbed Jensen's face pulling him into a fiery kiss making Hilarie cheer loudly.

“Hey, whoa alright kids keep it PG” he chuckled getting to his feet to pull them apart as the kiss gained enthusiasm. Hilarie was laughing uncontrollably as he herded them toward the exit.

Hailing a cab he furrowed his brow, how the heck were they all going to fit in the same vehicle.

Sensing his confusion Jensen and Daneel piled inside the car, the younger man lifting Daneel onto his lap as they both laughed. Jeff shook his head with a soft smile as he gestured for Hilarie to get in next.

Taking a deep breath he pushed in next to her, his heart pounding in his chest as he shut the door.

****

“So exactly how many dogs do you want?”

Jeff laughed as she giggled dropping her head against his shoulder, they were sitting on his couch as Daneel and Jensen slept on the loveseat. He lifted his glass in his hand with a bright smile “all of them!!” his boisterous declaration sending them both into hysterics.

Rubbing her heated cheeks against his shoulder, Hilarie smiled as he bit his lip “s-so how long you...uh... gonna be in town?” Blinking at him for a moment she shrugged “I got this thing in Paris coming up”.

It was probably all the alcohol but Jeff was gonna ride this wave of confidence until it failed him. “Y-you should cancel” she cocked an eyebrow at him with a smirk “and why would I do that?”

He let out a nervous laugh “I uh got a thing in Mexico I gotta get to Monday”. Her face scrunched up in confusion “what times your flight?”

He chuckled “about eight hours from now” she snorted gripping his shirt as he laughed.

“You should come with me”.

Her face lifted from his shoulder, her face shocked before smoothing out with a soft smile “and what does Mexico have that's better than Paris?”

He blushed dipping his chin before he smiled “m-me”.

****

Jeff was honestly shocked Hilarie agreed to trade Mexico for Paris.

Who does that?

Especially for a guy she just met?

The thought alone made his heart clench and his lungs seize up.

Jesus, she made him forget how to breathe.

Hilarie had arrived on the set of The Resident every day since their plane landed, they got two rooms next to one another but ate breakfast together every morning.

They even drove to the set together most days.

Jeff looked forward to seeing her everyday especially at lunch during shooting.

She was like a ray of beautiful sunshine chasing away his worries and doubts.

She was perfect.

“Kinda a bold move asking a girl to watch you play a pervert”.

He chuckled as they ate sandwiches on set, he hoped she couldn't see the nervousness blooming in his stomach.

“Uh...speaking of which…” he mumbled running his hand down his mouth “a-are you enjoying yourself?”

She smiled brightly “oh absolutely, you're …” she trailed off rolling her lips before meeting his gaze “your really sweet Jeff”. His heart clenched “I uh...y-your amazing yourself Hil... seriously, I don't think I ever thanked you for coming with me”.

She smiled “you really are better than Paris ya know?” he blushed his voice coming out deeper than he intended “that so?”

His eyes darted to the floor as he tried to control the heat washing over his face.

The shout of the director made them both flinch as he called for everyone back on set, Jeff swallowed roughly the next scene was the goddamn tub scene.

What if he made her uncomfortable?

“You know you uh don't have to hang around here all day, I know it can get pretty boring”. She eyed him suspiciously “why so eager to get rid of me all of a sudden?” he gulped “I-I'm not...it's just…”

“Jeff come on!!”

He looked over his shoulder as one of the P.A’s waved him over, Hilarie smiled cupping his face “easy tiger, it's just a movie I'm not gonna judge you by a character you portray...what kind of girl would I be?”.

Turning him around she rubbed his back before shoving him forward playfully.

“Now go strut your stuff handsome!”

He swallowed audibly.

Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck... she was actually going to watch him!!

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