#Susan S. Adler | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

lucacangettathisass · 2 years

Text

How The Light Gets In 2.0 (2)

SUMMARY: After your home is ransacked by a group of strange men, you and your cousin are taken in by a group of outlaws. And that’s when the trouble really starts.

PAIRINGS: John Marston x Fem!Reader, Arthur Morgan x Fem!Reader

CHAPTERS: One

Tagging: @ghastlyrider @rommies @janebby @wedonttalkabouthenry if anyone would like to be tagged lmk!

NOTES: I highly recommend installing the Interactive Fics chrome extension if you haven’t already so you can use it to change ‘[Name]’ and ‘[Last Name]’ to your actual name! Shout out and god bless to the maker(s) of that extension!

The ride back to Colter where the Van Der Linde Gang had set up camp was long and arduous and cold, but you were so glad to be in open air and out of that small, dark cellar that you couldn’t bring yourself to mind that much.

Arthur Morgan, the man in the blue coat, didn’t tell you much beyond who he, Dutch Van Der Linde, and Micah Bell were and that the men who had killed Jake were part of a larger gang lead by a man called Colm O’Driscoll, who was locked in a feud with Mr Van Der Linde that had been going on for over a decade now.

None of this was pleasant of course, but it was enough to somewhat distract you from the cold, and knowing that there was shelter with other people, including other women, made you feel a little better, even if they were outlaws.

At random intervals you would pat Gladys’s flank, to soothe the two of you. You had missed her during your captivity in the cellar, and you told yourself that the second you reached civilization you would buy her as many sugar cubes as she could eat. You caught Mr Morgan glancing down at the hand that patted Gladys a couple times, but his face was unreadable.

Resting your cheek against Mr Morgan’s back, you watched the dappled mare that trudged beside Gladys, staying in perfect formation with the other horses despite not having a rider. Whoever rode her clearly trained her well.

“Dutch is back!”

At the sound of the new voice you looked up, trying to peek out from behind Mr Morgan to see who had spoken, but even if you could see beyond him it was so dark and the snow was so thick you doubted you would be able to see anything.

As the silhouettes of the abandoned buildings that made up Colter came into view, you saw some figures come out of the dark. A few were carrying torches, helping you to see them clearer.

“Miss Grimshaw! Could you please help Mrs Adler and [Name] here?” Mr Van Der Linde called out as his dismounted his horse, helping Sadie off once he was standing.

You watched as Mr Morgan got off Gladys, and to your immense surprise, he extended a hand to you.

“Thank you.” You took Mr Morgan’s hand and carefully stepped down into the cold snow, wincing slightly from the chill as you did so. You gave Gladys a few more pats before hurrying to Sadie’s side.

“Come with me ladies, you’ll be safe with us.” A tall, older woman ushered you and Sadie towards one of the large buildings. “And we’ve made up a room for you Mr Morgan! Mr Bell, you’re with some of the others in the shack!”

“What?! How come Arthur gets a room while I’m saddled with Bill Williamson and a bunch of darkies?!”

Your eyebrows shot straight up at Mr Bell’s comment, but before you could react further, you and Sadie were herded inside, and lead to a crackling fire side.

The two of you sat close to the fire, and you wrapped as much of the blanket covering you around Sadie as you could. You looked up at the older woman and the other women that surrounded her and did your best to smile warmly. “Thank you.” You said, somewhat breathless from the sudden change in temperature. “You’re all very kind.”

“Think nothing of it.” The woman draped another, thicker blanket over you and Sadie. “I’m Susan Grimshaw.”

“[Name] [Last Name].” You smiled and rubbed your hands together, blowing on them for warmth. You glanced back at Sadie, and saw a vast emptiness in her eyes that chilled you worse than the cold.

The other women introduced themselves, along with three men (Reverend Swanson, Herr Strauss, and a man known only as 'Uncle', to your utter bewilderment), and you gave each a smile and told them how happy you were to meet them, and that you were “so so grateful” to have found shelter with them. You looked over at the back of the building, where a small furnace was burning, and a small boy was sleeping beside it. “Who’s that?”

“My son, Jack.” Miss Roberts said. “He’s a good boy, not much trouble.”

“How has he been holding up in all this?”

“Rather well, considering.”

You nodded, relieved. The idea of a small child travelling with a gang of outlaws deeply concerned you, but you said nothing. It wasn’t your place, and you had just met these people. You would have to act very wisely and cautiously as the question of trust hung over all of your heads.

“I think Jack has the right idea.” Miss Grimshaw said. “We should all get some rest now, get some strength for the morning.”

The rest of the women nodded in agreement and went to retrieve bedrolls to lay out. While Miss Roberts stayed close to Jack, the other women huddled close to the fire.

You gently laid down, wrapping the blanket Mr Morgan had give you tight. Your head was beside Sadie’s thigh as she remained sitting, gazing into the fire. “Sadie?” You said softly, looking up at her. “You gonna sleep?”

She nodded. “In-in a bit.”

You contemplated urging her to sleep now, but you decided to leave it. “Goodnight Sadie.”

You rolled over onto your side, to give Sadie some privacy for whatever it was she was doing. As you pulled the blanket around you tighter, you reached for your locket, and opened it.

Just like always, your mother’s picture smiled back at you, eyes shining and dimpled cheeks fit to burst from happiness. With the house gone, this was now the last thing you had of her, the only thing that would keep you connected to her. You brought it to your lips and gently kissed the weathered photo. “Goodnight momma.”

When you woke, it took you a few moments to remember where you were. You looked around, and saw Sadie huddled beside the fireplace, with only one blanket wrapped around her, face set in a frown. Seeing her like that, everything came rushing back.

The cellar.

The men.

The house.

Jake.

And now, the Van Der Linde Gang.

You sidled up to Sadie, pulling your two blankets around you, and put a hand on her shoulder, gently shaking her to wake her up. “Sadie?”

She grumbled and furrowed her brow, stirring slightly. “What…”

You sat up on your knees, looking around to see the other women and Jack waking up as well. “It’s morning.”

Sadie slowly opened her eyes, looking around blearily. “Where-” She stopped herself suddenly, clearly remembering the events of the night before. Her face hardened as she turned back to you. “You alright?”

You nodded. “Yeah, but what about you?” You moved closer to Sadie, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. “You sleep alright?”

“Yeah. Fine.” Sadie rose to her feet and you quickly followed. “You sure you ok?”

“I’m sure Sadie, really.”

She seemed skeptical, but she didn’t say anything more.

As the others woke, you all huddled around the fire, staying close to share body heat. You looked across from you were sitting and saw Jack sitting on his mother’s lap, cuddling close to her.

Your heart melted at the sight, and it made you remove one of the blankets around you and hand it to Miss Roberts. “Here.”

Miss Roberts’s eyes widened, but she smiled and took the blanket. “Thank you.” She looked down at Jack. “This is [Name] and Mrs Adler Jack, now say thank you.”

“Thank you.” He smiled shyly and snuggled under the blanket some more.

You returned his smile warmly. “You’re welcome Jack.”

The door opened, bringing in a sudden burst of cold and you all looked up to see that three men had entered.

One was an older man, and the hair that you could see peeking out from under his hat was as silver as the chain of your locket, another was a portly middle aged man, and the third was the tallest and darkest of them all, his head almost completely covered save for his face, and with very noticeable bandages around one of his hands. All three were carrying bowls of something hot and approached you all.

“Hope you’re all hungry.” The eldest man said, as he and the other two men all passed out bowls.

“That we are Mr Matthews.” Miss Grimshaw said with a smile. “Thank you.”

The tall man gave you a bowl, and you saw that the bandages around his hand were dark, and clearly needed to be changed.

“Goodness! What happened here?” You gently took the bowl out of his hands and set it aside so you could examine the bandages more closely.

“I um, I just burned it.” The man mumbled back, voice low and deep, like a valley.

“These bandages need to be changed.” You gently ran your fingers over the top of his hand before looking up at Miss Grimshaw. “Do we have any more bandages?”

Miss Grimshaw had raised a brow, but she stood up and went to a table in a far corner and quickly returned with a fresh roll of bandages, a tin, and scissors and handed them to you. “Here you go.”

“Thank you Miss Grimshaw.” You took them from her and smiled up at the man. “You can sit you know.”

He seemed to hesitate for a moment, but in the end he sat on your left, away from Sadie and the other women.

“I’m [Name].” You said as you carefully removed the bandages.

“Charles Smith.”

“It’s nice to meet you Mr Smith.” You looked over at the other two men and smiled at them. “And thank you all for the food.”

“It’s alright miss, you should really be thanking Pearson over here.” The old man gestured to the portly man. “He’s the camp cook.”

“In that case, thank you Mr Pearson. It can’t have been easy, cooking in this cold.” You looked down at the bowl, and saw that it was a rather plain looking soup, but at this point any food was better than nothing. “It looks very nice.”

Mr Pearson’s face went red and he shrugged, mumbling something you couldn’t hear before quickly leaving.

You stared after him, startled and a little worried. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No not at all, that’s just Pearson.” The other man said reassuringly. “And I’m Hosea, Hosea Matthews.” He approached the semi-circle that had formed around the fire and sat beside Miss Grimshaw. “Dutch told me what happened last night. I’m very sorry for your loss.”

“Thank you Mr Matthews, that’s very kind of you to say.” You looked back at Mr Smith’s hand and were only just able to hold back a wince when you saw the burn blisters on his hand. “What happened?”

“Got too close to the fire.” Mr Smith shifted around slightly and out of the corner of your eye you saw him wince.

“Sorry.” You said quickly. “I’ll be more careful.” You slowed your movements, taking great care to not make physical contact with the blisters as you unwound the last of the bandage.

“You don’t have to do this.”

You looked up at Mr Smith in surprise. “I want to.” You assured him. “I like to be useful.” With the last of the worn bandages undone, you discarded them off to the side and picked up the tin, seeing that it contained an ointment for burns. “This will probably sting a little Mr Smith, I’ll be as gentle as I can.” You opened the tin and saw that it had been used somewhat already, but there was still plenty left to scoop into your fingers and gently apply to the hand. “Did you sleep well?”

Mr Smith furrowed his brow and frowned, and for a few dreadful seconds you panicked internally, wondering if you had said the wrong thing. “About as well as you could expect.”

You nodded, relieved at the response. “It is awfully cold out, but we’ve got shelter so I can’t really complain.” You gently spread the ointment over the blisters, being as careful as you could to not apply too much pressure and cause Mr Smith discomfort. “It doesn’t usually get this bad.”

“How long have you two been up here?”

You looked over at Mr Matthews, pausing in your application of the ointment. “Sadie and Jake were up here for a couple years, I only joined them about five months ago.” You turned back to Mr Smith, secretly hoping no one would ask why you would choose to live with your cousin and her husband in what was essentially the middle of nowhere.

It seemed Mr Matthews could tell that that was a touchy subject for you, as he started to talk to the other women, but mostly Miss Grimshaw.

When you were satisfied with the amount of ointment on Mr Smith’s hand, you unspooled a new length of bandages from the roll and slowly wrapped it around Mr Smith’s hand, taking care to focus on the affected area and leave enough space between the fingers for him to move them easily.

“You-you’re good at this.”

You smiled. “I had to do this sort of thing all the time for Sadie when we were kids, it’s the sort of thing that’s hard to forget.” You glanced over at Sadie, frowning slightly when you saw that she was just staring into the fire while eating the soup. Her movements were stiff and lifeless, almost like she was a marionette being controlled by an indifferent puppeteer.

After the third layer of bandages, you gently held up Mr Smith’s hand, softly running the tips of your fingers along the sides, inspecting your work, making sure that it was secure but not so tight as to cause discomfort. “Does that feel alright Mr Smith?” You looked up at him, still gently holding his hand.

He nodded. “It feels fine.”

Nodding, you took the scissors and carefully cut the bandage, leaving enough of the material for you to be able to secure it so that your work wouldn’t come undone and be an inconvenience. “There you go.” You put Mr Smith’s hand on his knee before letting go and picking up the bowl of soup, that was thankfully still hot. “If you need it changed again, don’t be afraid to ask me.”

Mr Smith said nothing, just nodded before abruptly standing up, making you jump back slightly. He nodded at Mr Matthews before quickly leaving.

You stared at the door, wondering how you managed to send two men running so soon after meeting them. “Did I do something that time?”

“No, Charles is the quiet type, that’s all.” Mr Matthews replied, smiling kindly.

You weren’t sure if he was telling the truth or just trying to spare your feelings, so you just nodded and ate your soup.

“Has anyone seen John?”

You looked over at Miss Roberts, brow furrowed. “Who’s John?”

Miss Roberts bit her lip and looked down at Jack. “Jack’s father. We didn’t find him last night.”

“I’m sure he’s fine Abigail.” Mr Matthews assured her, patting her knee kindly. “Our John knows how to survive.”

Looking down at Jack, who was already almost finished with his soup, you felt your heart ache for the little boy. Despite Mr Matthews’s optimism, you were more skeptical. You had been on the mountain long enough to know how hard it could be out there in the cold, and with a storm like this, you could only imagine how much harder it would’ve been. You were almost positive that even Sadie, strong survivalist that she was, wouldn’t dare try her luck in these conditions.

“Can’t you send someone out to find him? Like Arthur?” Miss Roberts urged Mr Matthews.

“If he isn’t back by tomorrow I’ll do just that.” Mr Matthews promised. He rose from his seat, rubbing his gloved hands together. “Well, I better get back to it, see what Dutch has to say about all this.” He nodded at you and Sadie. “You two are welcome to stay with us as long as you need to.”

“Thank you Mr Matthews.”

He smiled and tipped his hat at you all before leaving, quickly closing the door behind him.

You looked over at Miss Roberts, who still looked worried. “I’m sure you’ll get your man back.” You said gently, reaching over to pat her knee.

Miss Roberts smiled weakly. “Well he-he ain’t really my man. But thank you. It’ll be nice for the boy to have his father around.”

“Couldn’t agree more.” You looked back down at Jack as you continued to eat your soup.

He seemed like a nice little boy, and he deserved to have his father around.

You knew very well the pain that came from having an absentee father. It wasn’t one you would wish on anybody.

“We should get you two into some new clothes.” Miss Grimshaw looked you and Sadie over before turning to the other women. “Miss Jones, Miss Gaskill, do you two have anything Mrs Adler and Miss [Last Name] could wear?”

“We’ll have a look.” Miss Jones replied, setting down her bowl.

You almost wanted to stop them, but your sense won out against your need to be polite. It had been days since you had worn something other than the nightgown you had on, and you imagined that some fresh clothes would do you and Sadie a world of good, and hopefully make you feel warmer.

“You’ve all been very kind.” You said, as the need to be polite was very much still there. “I don’t know how to thank you all.”

“I’m sure you’ll think of something.” Miss Roberts said good naturedly.

“I bet Charles is thinking of a way to thank you for redoing those bandages all nice and gentle like.” Miss Jones added in a tone that was surprisingly rather teasing.

“Oh! He doesn’t have to do that!” You said, nearly choking on the last of your soup in your hurry to speak. “I-You don’t think he thinks that I’m expecting something in return do you?”

“Well if he ain’t I’m sure he’ll think of somethin’ regardless.” Miss Jones said, with a smile you couldn’t decipher. “He is a man after all.”

You frowned and furrowed your brow. “What’s that got to do with it?”

Miss Jones stopped in her search for clothes and looked at you quizzically. “You serious?”

“Just find those clothes Miss Jones!” Miss Grimshaw scolded. “You can talk about the ways of men once we’re off this Godforsaken mountain.”

Miss Jones shrugged and did as she was told, although she still had that look on her face.

“Any of those men give you trouble, you tell me.”

You jumped slightly, not expecting Sadie to say anything. “I don’t think I’ll-”

“Just say you’ll do it.”

You paused, surprised at the seriousness in Sadie’s voice. “I-Ok. I promise Sadie.”

She nodded. “Good.”

#arthur morgan x reader #john marston x reader #Red Dead Redemption #red dead fic #rdr 2 fic #fic: how the light gets in (2.0)

39 notes · View notes

helloiammeows · 2 years

Text

yall asked for this

This is an Arthur Morgan X John Marston love story AU. In this au, the gang tried their best to not carry any women who couldn’t fight effectively, as to not have more mouths to feed. Despite their best efforts, Mrs. Grimshaw made it clear she wasn’t leaving when they found her, and as cold as they tried to be, they weren’t leaving Ms. Adler. Poor woman was so lost. After leaving the mountains, the tensions were already rising, with Pinkertons, and O’Driscoll’s, eventually, as they kept moving throughout America, the Army, and the Raiders, and the law in general, police and bounty hunters and the such. Most people stayed distant in their little camp, now in Beaver Hollow up in Roanoke Ridge, where they didn’t have Pinkertons to deal with, yet, at least, but they sure did have Murfrees. It seemed like everyone was starting to hate each other. That was, except for two or three of them, Mr. Marston, who was hell bent on getting into Dutch’s gang savings, and Mr. Morgan, who just felt betrayed still. With Hosea running off and finding out what Micah did while rescuing his good friend Sadie. And don’t get Arthur started on what Dutch did to John. He wanted to kill both of those sons of bitches for leaving him to die. He loved John. He hated to admit it, but he couldn’t lie to himself, and he could never let Marston know. Especially not now since… Eugh. Arthur despises Dutch. And that man had the audacity of calling him family. John and Sadie had been all he had left, minus Charles, who was helping the Indians after Dutch went crazy-stupid and tried to fight the army to create enough commotion for them to slip out. Everything seemed like it was spiraling downwards for the gang, and none of them liked it, excluding Micah. Arthur was broken. His cough had been acting up too, from all the stress. His best friend was gone, a man he considered his father once, he now considers scum off the bottom creases of his boot. Many people he trusted, and thought he knew, vanishing, dying, or just leaving.

Ch. 1

Arthur couldn’t take it anymore. His head was thumping like a jackhammer as he rode to Beaver Hollow to end this. He wanted his family back, and that was impossible now. All he had was Sadie, and he just sent her riding off with Jack, John’s son that he had to take care of after his woman got killed. At least, that’s what John said. What other choice does he have? To keep running from the problem, running from his past? Arthur doesn’t know how the rest of them will feel, he really doesn’t care, but he wants this burden off his shoulders once and for all. No one would see this coming, nor Arthur himself, truly, but he couldn’t leave this. He was going to do John right. Arthur planned to kill the man that went back for John. Arthur isn’t a fucking idiot. So, in he rode to Beaver Hollow, the now beat up, empty camp that all of them seemed to die in. Worthless hole. He hitched his horse up next to Johns old horse. Much to Dutch’s dislike, Arthur had gone back for the poor thing. Had been taking care of em, too. Having two horses was certainly something. He gave his big horse a pat before making his way straight to Dutch. Susan was staring at him as he walked past, until Micah had the gall to chime in,

“Look, its black lung Morgan! Finally, back after plotting how your gonna betray us, hm? You gonna- Hey! I’m talking to you! Are you even listening?!”

Morgan didn’t say a word as he approached Dutch. The dark-haired man looked up as he heard the familiar sound of Arthur’s boot thumps. He looked tired, his eyes seemingly fading to a bloodshot red. His face was white in comparison. Dutch had been slowly losing himself after Hosea left him, and Arthur was pretty sure he knew why now. Dutch was going mad without anything- or anyone, in this case- balancing him out. He couldn’t say he didn’t feel a bit of remorse for the man he cared about. He just couldn’t express it; he didn’t trust Dutch anymore. He couldn’t help it.

“Arthur, son, where have you been? I was- “

“Don’t play dumb with me, Dutch. I just went for Sadie. You should’ve expected that.” Arthur kept his voice calm and steady, like his demeanor. Show no faults, because for all he knows, anyone could come at him right now.

“I told you to leave it Arthur, it could’ve very well been a trap. A bait.” It was clear Dutch was frustrated. Arthur didn’t care.

“You think some overused bait tactic is gon’ stop me from rescuing one of the few real friends I have left? You must not know me as well as you think you do, Dutch.”

“I know you, boy, I really do, I’m just trying to get us all out of here ali- “

“Can’t you see what’s going on around you, Dutch? There’s nobody here left to save. Its hopeless- “

“Don’t speak like that to me!”

Arthur was trying to stay calm.

“Dutch, I need to tell you something.”

“What.”

“I know it was Micah who ratted on us.”

Oh, and did that cause a stir. The camp roared up like a fire, or, more Micah, who almost tried to hit Arthur for saying such a thing. Things were wild for a moment, before a voice called from over all the fighting.

“Hey! What the fuck??”

Arthur turned to the sound, and he almost felt his heart explode. All battered and bloody, standing there looking at them, was John. John was alive. Hurt as hell but he was here. His thoughts were interrupted by a boot smacking his nose and he fell backwards, feeling his nose start to bleed, and Micah getting on him in the blur to beat him senseless. Arthur was about to grab him as he came back to, until he heard a bang from behind him, and felt the weight off of him. Immediately, he was getting to his feet. As soon as he stood, he felt the hard barrel of a gun pressed to the back of his head. Who? What? Bill? …No… he knew.

“Nobody moves a muscle.” Dutch said, clicking the gun to show it was loaded. “Or he gets it.”

“First you leave me, then you kill him? What next Dutch? What are you gonna do now?” John screamed at Dutch.

“John, you do not understand the position this man has put me in. I trusted him.”

“We trusted you! You have your gun to his head! What the hell is wrong with you?”

Arthur very slowly raised his hands up, away from his guns. His heart had never pounded harder, he couldn’t muster up any words to describe what he was feeling. Dutch? Why? Was Arthur no more than a leniency to Dutch? A way to get back at people? To keep them on his side? He could hear it in his voice. Dutch had no remorse, he didn’t even sound like Dutch anymore. He closed his eyes, thinking this had to be the end. He kept telling himself he wasn’t gonna cry. A gunshot sounded, and a familiar voice came over them, and shook them all to the core.

“Pinkerton Protective Agency, we are giving you one chance to surrender yourself peacefully, or we will use brute force.”

Nobody had time to think before bullets were flying again. Arthur didn’t know who moved first, but his best guess was Dutch from the lack of a revolver against his skull. Looking around, Susan had already been shot in the chaos. Looks like she had been behind Dutch, and he went, taking her life along the way. That, or the Pinkertons took her first. Arthur felt disgusted, but there was no time to dwell, as the rest of them were escaping, and the Pinkertons were closing in. Arthur tried feebly to shoot some space, before ducking and running at John. A few bullets grazed his shoulders, and one hit his forearm, but if it doesn’t get infected, it should be fine. Before he got to him, he whistled to their horses. Unfortunately, they didn’t hear him amongst the gunfire. John looked just as scared. Arthur struggled, thinking of a way out. After trying any possible scenario in his mind, he grabbed John’s hand and started running with him towards the caves. John stumbled, and tried to question him, but Arthur could barely hear him, he just, he needed to get John to safety. John had a son. The boy needed his father, as much of a stupid airheaded punk his father was. Arthur pushed john down the caves in front of him, and John hesitated. Looking at Arthur, fighting with a fury for him. Arthur looked at him, with a “God damnit John you better get those damn feet moving before I shoot you myself.”

“But, Arthur...” John didn’t want to split up.

“Don’t give me that! I’m right behind you, now I swear to God if you don’t start running, I’m not going to have legs to carry you with. Now fucking go!” Arthur commanded, pulling a different Shotgun off his back to keep shooting, trying to get as far away from the Pinkertons as they could. Together, they manage to make it out of the caves unscathed and they ran, Arthur taking a chance to whistle for the horses. He was sure glad he did, because after Arthur pulled John onto his horse, they heard more horses coming around the corner. At first, the two of them thought they had to be Pinkertons, but they could clearly hear Bill yelling at them.

“There are those fucking traitors! Get em!”

“Arthur, that’s Bill and Javier, we have to go!”

“The fuck?” Arthur cursed to himself as they rode away, his forearm aching with effort. It didn’t take too long for Arthur to lose the two of them, but the Pinkertons were unrelenting. They both went crashing to the ground as the horse got shot, and John was about to go, when he heard Arthur crying. He turned around, and Arthur was by his horse, telling her goodbye. His heart ached for the poor stressed man, but they didn’t have time for this!

“Arthur, we gotta go!”

Nothing. John wasn’t having this.

John pulled Arthur to his feet, pulling him along. For a moment, Arthur was half frozen, but the more john pulled, eventually they were back hand in hand, running together up the side of the mountain. John was very firm with Arthur, telling him where to go and pushing him to keep going. Arthur was trying, but it wasn’t long until his lungs failed on him, and he hunched over, breaking into a coughing fit.

“John, you gotta keep going...” Arthur wheezed out.

“I’m not leaving you. Fuck that. You’ll never make it.”

“Neither of us are gonna make it if you don’t get out of here.” Arthur finally stood, looking at him, tired. John wasn’t giving Arthur a choice.

“Arthur, come with me. We can live with the kid, God, don’t let me be alone with him. I could go on a long ass rant about how shit of a father I am compared to you, a shit man, and how if I could I’d die here with you knowing my kid is safe with his mother but I fucked that up. I always make bad decisions, but I know you’re the right decision Arthur, I can’t survive with a kid on my own.” They both heard the echo of voices coming closer. John linked his hand with Arthurs, and gave it a good squeeze.

“John, I…”

Arthur squeezes his hand back, and that’s enough of an answer to John, and they ran. They didn’t get out unscathed, and after getting off... well, more half sliding half falling down a shorter, steeper side of the mountain. They stole a horse, and probably rode nonstop together until they found Sadie and the kid. Well, once again, not exactly, Sadie found them asleep together deep in the forest a day after it all went down. Arthur awoke to a nice warm fire and along with the sleeping man beside him, two new presences. He shot up, worried someone had done something, or stole their stuff, but he was quickly interrupted by another pounding headache from sleeping on the ground, against a rock.

“Whoo-hoo, you guys are a sight to see. I was gon’ come back for you, but it seems y’all did just fine without me. No horses or anythin’.”

“Sadie?” Arthur looked over to the fire near them, and sure enough, Sadie Adler was sitting there, young Jack Marston sitting not too far away with a stick, drawing in the dirt.

“The one and only!”

Did they really make it? God, he can feel caked blood in a couple different spots, and he was still quite exhausted, but he was alive. John was alive. The kid, and even Sadie is alive. Arthur flopped on the grass and put his hat over his head. He may not make it long with all these wounds, but if he can stay long enough to make John happy… because Arthur couldn’t ignore John’s pleading words from yesterday.

“I know you’re the right decision, Arthur.”

It struck him in a way he didn’t want to admit. Arthur wasn’t one for denial, no, he just, knew john didn’t mean it the way it hit him. He didn’t wanna think about it, but he couldn’t stop. Not until Sadie kicked him in the leg to get his attention.

“Hm?”

“Get your damn hat off your face and tell me what happened after ya sent me away from the war with the kid.”

Arthur grumbled and turned over, only to realize there’s a bullet wound, and flopping back onto his back with a wince. As tired as he felt, he still couldn’t help but laugh at the amused snort Sadie gave him.

“Karma.” She said, matter-of-fact-Ly.

“For what?” Arthur says, finally sitting up and looking at her with a small smile.

“Tryna’ ignore me.” She sassed back, only half-jokingly. Arthur chuckled weakly, and coughed a bit. Sadie scootched over and rubbed his back a bit, snickering. Arthur took a deep breath, and spoke, staring at the ground.

“I went back to Beaver Hollow after you left. I went to confront Dutch, to tell him about you and what that Pinkerton agent said about Micah. I really wanted him to be better, I really didn’t wanna believe what I already knew, but when John came back… I knew I couldn’t trust Dutch. He certainly proved me right after holding a gun to my head after Micah decided to attack me. Or maybe Micah attacked me, then Dutch threatened to kill me. I don’t quite remember.”

“You’re telling me, Micah attacked you, and Dutch still didn’t believe you?”

“Not exactly. I don’t think Dutch is right in the head anymore. Hosea disappearing is really starting to affect him, I mean, haven’t you noticed? It’s been a downward spiral since then. It’s like its driving him crazy not knowing what happened, if he’s dead somewhere, or with somebody else, or whatever the hell he’s doing.”

“I know I just… how could he… that bastard!”

“Hey, calm down, I have some good news.”

“What could possibly be good right now?”

“Micah’s dead.”

There was a long pause between both of them, before Sadie sighed.

“Okay, fine. That did make me feel a bit better.”

Arthur let out another weak laugh that turned into a cough, and Sadie reached into her own satchel to pull out a flask and handkerchief, grabbing Arthur’s face after getting the cloth wet, and wiping the blood off his face. Arthur couldn’t complain, he had no way of washing it, and it was starting to get uncomfortable. She gently bumped his nose and got a wince from Arthur, and she sighed.

“I think your nose is broken. Can you get your shirt off?”

“Why?”

“Oh, so I can admire your chest hair- to clean your wounds, dumbass, what do you think?”

“Okay, okay…”

Arthur took his belt off first, and then undid his suspenders, letting them fall off his shoulders. He worked the buttons off and slowly peeled off his blood-soaked shirt, wincing as it pulled at the dried blood and raw skin. After a few painful seconds, he got free and looked down at all the blood. So that’s why he was so tired. He had a moment of realization and looked at his forearm… oh thank God. No bullet, just a bad wound. Shuddering and flinching at the sudden cold, wet feeling on his side.

“Sadie, give me a god damn warning next time!” Arthur barked at her.

“Don’t be such a baby, now shut your mouth unless you wanna sit in your blood and shame.” She said, and Arthur just grumbled something about how he was cold. Honestly, he couldn’t tell if it was from the water or the blood loss, but he sat still enough for Sadie to wipe him clean, and bandage where she could.

John woke up behind Arthur, to a lot of warmth, both from the man next to him and a fire. Fire? How long had Arthur been up? Or more importantly, how long had he been asleep? He sat up to see Sadie, on her knees in front of a shirtless Arthur covered in bandages, wrapping what looked like a ripped piece of cloth from Arthurs presumably now blood-soaked shirt. John looked around, and you best believe he quickly noticed his boy and went over there with a quickness. He quickly walked over and crouched down, pulling his son into a tight hug.

“Jack… I’m sorry jack…” John said.

“Papa… I was so scared… when they told me… you… I…” Jack sobbed to his father.

“I know, I know, I’m so sorry, it’s gonna be okay, I’m not going anywhere, were staying right here. I promise Jack, papa isn’t going anywhere.” John held his son, running his fingers through his thin hair, kissing his forehead, trying to calm him down.

“Son calm down, it’s gonna be okay. I’m not gonna leave you alone I swear on it.”

Jack sniffled and snorted on his father’s already messy shirt, trying to get himself together. John hated seeing his son cry more than anything. It broke his heart, and he just wanted to make it stop. John wiped away his tears, assuring him it was gonna be alright, rather he knew that for sure or not. Jack sniffled and looked at his father, still very worried.

“Papa? What… what happened to Dutch? And… and the rest of the gang?”

“They, uh…” John flashed back to that moment. Micah attacking Arthur, Susan killing him, Dutch… God, he didn’t even wanna say his name. It made him sick. Most of them, especially Micah, repulsed John. And the Pinkertons… coming in, killing Susan, almost as a sick warning. Everything going on there made John feel so… so utterly disgusted. With Dutch, with Micah, and with himself for being such a fool to trust them. He couldn’t tell Jack that.

“They ran off. We- uh…”

“We lost them in a chase with the law when we split up to go find you and Sadie.” Arthur butted in, now sitting next to the fire warming himself. John looked over and smiled thankfully at the older man.

“Oh okay. Will we ever see them again?” Jack asked, wiping the rest of the tears from his face, beginning to calm down.

“Couldn’t tell ya. They could be anywhere. The Pinkertons were everywhere.”

“How did you get away?”

“I’m not quite sure either.”

Sadie was the next to but in.

“Speaking of getting away, I say we patch up John and keep moving. We’re not safe here, they’re bound to find us here eventually. I feel too close to it all.”

“I agree.” John added, “I want the boy far away from this, and I think we all wanna be away from here too.”

Arthur just nodded in agreement, his hands over the fire. The four of them enjoyed the silence for a bit while Ms. Adler was cleaning John up. This all felt really surreal to Arthur. No more Dutch, or Micah, or Susan, or Bill or Javier. Even the horse, and John, he…

“Thank you, John.”

“For?” John asked.

“Dragging me out of there. I thought I was saving you at first, but I think you were saving me at the end there.” Arthur stopped. He wanted to say more, but he didn’t think he should. Maybe another time.

“I wasn’t gonna give you a choice. We’re brothers, man, I could never forgive myself if I left you behind.”

“Arthur you better not be saying that you were about to give up.” Sadie interjected.

Arthur didn’t reply. Not because he didn’t want to, but because he wasn’t quite sure how. His body had been screaming at him to stop, it hurt, he was so tired, but his mind didn’t wanna cave, not completely. It fell a bit at the end, there, but John pulled him away from it, even when he was crying over his horse. Apache… he’d never cried over a horse before, but that one hurt bad. Worse than the bullet wounds. Not as much as Dutch though. God, he was really overthinking again. Arthur only sighed in response.

“You, okay?” John asked.

“I don’t know. Are, any of us okay?”

Silence befell them again. A more pained, forced silence. Uncomfortable and thick with tension and stress. Arthur still felt really tired, and John wasn’t feeling great either. Sadie looked at the sorry saps in front of her by the fire that she built, and she sighed. The woman stood up and grabbed Arthur’s gun belt, glancing between the confused men.

“You boys stay here. I’m gonna go get us another horse and something eat. Rest yourselves and try not to get killed while I’m gone, or so help me I’m gonna kill you again when I see you boys in hell.”

“I ain’t gonna stop you.” Arthur was glad he could lay back down. John wasn’t gonna stop her either, but he was a bit wary, But oh well. He would keep his son close, and hope that no one will find them, for many reasons. Two, shirtless, bandaged scary looking men with a gun and a decent amount of money, and wanted men at that, John felt that they would be lucky to make it and hour or less, but even he had to admit, he couldn’t ride tired like this, so he just had to take his chances. So, he got as comfy as he could by the small fire with his son, Arthur already half-asleep laying on his back across from them. He looked so much more at peace. It was so unnatural to see Arthur so stress free. It was strangely nice, after seeing him almost cry more times than either of them probably wanted to admit. He’d never really gotten the chance to really study his face. He wanted to take this chance, since their lives were on the line, so he found himself staring at Arthur. He was such a good man, John really admired him despite the fact they argued back and forth like they did. Everyone called John sour, but no one ever took into thought that someone might’ve influenced it. Nonetheless, he fell asleep there, staring at Arthur’s face, snuggling his son. He protectively held his son close. Arthur… could feel John staring at him. He was only half asleep, and he didn’t plan to open his eyes, he just… why was John staring so hard?

About an hour and a half later, Arthur woke up to the sound of hoof steps and sat up in alarm, looking around. With a sigh of relief, he realized it was just Sadie returning with another horse and what looked like a decent looking deer for the four of them to eat. It wouldn’t last that long but it was sure something. He got to his feet carefully, stretching out before going over to meet Sadie, who hopped off her horse and promptly handed the reigns over to Arthur.

“What you want me to do with this?” Arthur grumbled; his voice rough from sleep.

“I don’t know, she’s yours now, you do something with her.” She said, pulling the deer off the back of the horse.

“Mine? Don’t you think it’d make more sense if John took the horse and I rode with you? I figure he’ll wanna ride with his son.” Arthur suggested.

“Yeah, but he’s not awake now, is he? And I have to do something with this deer ‘fore it rots. So, do something with her. Go hitch her to a tree or somethin’, your smart, figure something out.”

Arthur didn’t comment again, he just led the horse over near Sadie’s horse, pulling the reigns around a tree like she said, before going to sit between her and where John was still napping with his son. The crackle of the fresh firewood and the sound of slicing through an animal was familiar to him, and he found himself lost, staring at John. That stupid, oblivious man he loved. It was so weird to him, feeling this way, but he was learning to accept his strange thoughts of Marston as time went on. Sometimes he wondered what people might think. Sadie and John specifically now. He wanted to ask Sadie, but she was such an iffy person, and Arthur is such an iffy person, he doesn’t think he could do it. He was brave, but not that brave. Not like that. Like he’d never tell them he’d-

“Arthur? Hello? Anybody home?” Sadie, of course, caught him staring awkwardly and snapped him from his thoughts. Literally.

“Oh, what? What is it? I was thinking ‘bout somethin’.”

“You thinking about John?”

“No- well, kinda, but I’m just worried about him ‘n the kid. Y’know, all that’s happening and such.”

Sadie let a loud giggle escape her lips and she snorted at the defensive Arthur.

“What the hell you laughing at?”

“You, ya dense prick. I definitely believe your poor excuse of a cover-up.” She said, laughing again.

They both heard John grumble the hell? At them as he woke up, staring at the two of them, confused. Arthur gave Sadie a look and she shut her mouth with an amused snicker. Arthur really didn’t want John to know, and apparently not her either, so she’d stay out of it. Mostly, at least. It was pretty endearing that even what seemed like a cold, tough man like Arthur, could like a more impulsive, sometimes almost childish man like John. Almost kinda cute.

John sat up, followed by his sleepy son, who awoke when his warmth decided to sit up.

“Oh, sorry, did I wake you up Jack?”

“No sir. I’m alright.” Jack replied through a yawn.

“Great, now that everyone’s awake, we can eat, thank god.” Sadie said, not wanting to wait any longer for her food. She gave everyone a fair share, and the four of them sat and ate in a comfortable silence for a few minutes. Nobody argued, they could all agree that a good meal was something they needed right now, especially Arthur and John, the two that got bombarded with bullets only a day, maybe almost two days ago. As the two men finished up, Sadie dug into her satchel to pull out two thin cloths that she tossed at the both of them, which was revealed to be two cheap shirts, clearly just meant to cover them up than for any real protection. Nonetheless, with all that the woman had done for the two of them, the fire, the food, the horse, the bandages, and now the shirts, they really didn’t have much to say but their thanks.

“Thank you for everything, Sadie.” John said, after readjusting his suspenders.

“Yeah, what he said. Real life saver.” Arthur added.

“D’awe, Arthur still sounds sarcastic but your welcome anyways. We may not be a gang anymore but y’all are still my friends.”

Arthur just shoots her another look, which Sadie returns with a laugh.

“I’m joking. Not really, but I get what you mean. And sarcastic or not, y’all woulda done it for me, you did to an extent, so I’m doing it for you. Take this as my thanks for savin’ me from those damn O’Driscolls.”

“Well, we wasn’t gonna leave you. I wasn’t at least. It weren’t your fault that happened.” Arthur said.

“I know. But it wasn’t yours either. Y’all didn’t have to take me, and yet you did. I wouldn’ta lived without you, and now I’ve repaid my debts. I know y’all ain’t like that, but it makes me feel better, knowing we’re even, y’know?”

They nodded in response, Arthur turning back to the fire and John turning to check on his son. Nobody spoke of leaving for most of that day, they were tired, paranoid still, but tired all the same. Later that day, as the sun set, the three adults talked as jack slept, and they agreed to go to sleep here tonight to lie low until the heat dies down some more, and head out early that morning. Sadie was the first to go down, leaving the two men awake, sitting next to each other.

John turned to Arthur. “Where are we gonna go?”

“I’m not sure. I’m also not sure how were gonna stay together since were men. Don’tcha think some people are gonna get suspicious?”

“Who cares? It’s not like everybody doesn’t hate us already. I just wanna be somewhere that’s somewhat safe for my son.”

“I know that. Look, I don’t think its gonna help much debating it now. Let’s just, try and get some sleep, so we can talk with Sadie, and leave early tomorrow. I’m sure anywhere would be safer than here.” Arthur tried to reassure him, though it didn’t really work. John just looked at his son worriedly. Arthur followed his gaze with a sympathetic looked and scootched over on the other side of Jack, making a protective sandwich around him.

“There. I can sleep here, and we can protect him.” Arthur explained.

“Alright...” John was unsure, but he could tell Arthur was trying, and a part of him did feel safer with Arthur close to him, but he didn’t really think anything of it. “Thank you, Arthur.”

‘Anything for you.’ “Its no big deal. Just wanna make sure everyone’s safe.” Arthur wouldn’t dare speak his mind. He just, smiled at him reassuringly and laid down, facing away from the younger man.

John could tell Arthur had something on his mind, but he figured now wasn’t the right time to bring it up. Arthur was right, anywhere would be safer than here, and they needed to leave asap. So, he laid down with his son, and now Arthur, and tried to get some sleep before tomorrow. He wasn’t sure, but he figured they had a long ride ahead of them. And god was he ready to get the hell out of here.

#rdr2 au #rdr2 #arthur x john #john marston #arthur morgan #gay cowboys #jack marston #sadie adler #slow burn #writing wip

14 notes · View notes

mr-divabetic · 10 months

Text

We’re celebrating our Divabetic Podcast Anniversary with music from the world's most famous "Divabetic"-- Patti LaBelle. Let us help encourage you to have a 'NEW ATTITUDE' about living WELL with diabetes.

Guests: Patricia Addie-Gentle, RN, CDE, Dr. Andrea Chisholm OB-GYN, Luther McRae, Mama Rose Marie, Susan Weiner MS, RDN, CDE, CDN, Dr. Beverly S. Adler PhD, CDE, Best-Selling Author Tonya Kappes, Seveda Williams and Terri Seidman.

Listen with the link: https://www.blogtalkradio.com/divatalkradio1/2020/07/14/diabetes-late-nite-inspired-by-patti-labelle-10th-year-podcast-anniversary

0 notes

oneboxofmatches · 3 years

Text

All You Need to Know About Matchups!

CLICK HERE TO VIEW THE WAITLIST

Hi y'all!

This account is solely for matchups for several different fandoms. That means requests for imagines, oneshots, headcanons, etc. will NOT be taken.

Here are some basic things to know about requesting a matchup!

Unless otherwise specified for a certain fandom, a request yields one romantic pairing AND one friendship pairing as well as information on why I think you work well with the individuals I choose. Of course, if you only wish to receive either just the romantic matchup or just the friendship matchup, just let me know!

You can request matchups for several different fandoms at once! For each fandom you request, I will match you up with one romantic partner and one friend unless you request differently.

You can ask to exclude any character(s)!

Where can I request a matchup?

Requests can be made in the MATCHUP REQUESTS/ASK ME ANYTHING tab.

What do I need to include in my request?

Required

Fandom(s)

Your gender and/or pronouns

Your sexual orientation and/or preferences

Description of personality

Optional (but definitely helps me out!)

Description of appearance

Hobbies

Personality alignment (Myers-Briggs, Enneagram, Hogwarts House, etc.)

What you would look for in a partner and/or friend

Any other information you think would be helpful – the more you provide, the more I can work with!

Now with that out of the way, onto the fandoms!

Listed directly below is a shortlist of all the fandoms I take requests for as well as some extra information as needed.

Disclaimers

If a title is in italics, it means that while I feel comfortable providing matchups for this show, I have not watched every season. If a character drastically changes after a certain point, I may not be aware. The last season I watched of these shows will be included in parentheses.

All movies/shows based on novels will most likely focus on the on-screen adaptations of characters.

SHOWS

The 100 (6)

Good Omens

The Good Place (3)

Lucifer (4)

On My Block

Parks and Recreation (4)

Prodigal Son (1)

Sherlock

Space Force

Supernatural (14)

The Walking Dead (8)

MOVIES

Clueless

The Greatest Showman

Harry Potter -- Unless specified in request, will entail 2 sets of matchups as a student (Golden Trio and Marauders eras respectively)

The Hunger Games

Marvel Cinematic Universe -- Unless age is specified, underage characters will NOT be available for romantic matchups

BROADWAY

Anastasia

Beetlejuice

Carrie (2012 Off-Broadway)

Hadestown

Hamilton

Les Misérables

The Phantom of the Opera

Six

VIDEO GAMES

Detroit: Become Human

Red Dead Redemption 2

What’s below the cut?

A masterlist of characters in each fandom that will be considered for each request (unless marked with an asterisk (*), all characters are assumed to be available for both romantic AND friendly matchups while names marked with an asterisk are only available for friendly matchups). Listed alphabetically by first name.

Don’t be afraid to tell me about a typo!

Any questions? Just want to talk? You can also use the MATCHUP REQUESTS/ASK ME ANYTHING tab to get ahold of me!

SHOWS

Bellamy Blake

Clarke Griffin

Echo

Finn Collins

Harper McIntyre

Jasper Jordan

Johnathan “John” Murphy

Jordan Green

Lexa

Lincoln

Marcus Kane

Monty Green

Octavia Blake

Raven Reyes

Roan

Wells Jaha

Aziraphale

Anathema Device

Crowley

Newton Pulsifer

Mme. Tracy*

Witchfinder Sgt. Shadwell*

Chidi Anagonye

Eleanor Shellstrop

Jason Mendoza

Michael*

Tahani Al-Jamil

Amenadiel

Det. Chloe Decker

Det. Daniel “Dan” Espinoza

Ella Lopez

Eve

Dr. Linda Martin*

Lucifer Morningstar

Mazikeen “Maze”

Cesar Diaz

Jamal Turner

Jasmine Flores

Monsé Finnie

Oscar “Spooky” Diaz

Ruben “Ruby” Martinez Jr.

Andrew “Andy” Dwyer

Ann Perkins

April Ludgate

Benjamin “Ben” Wyatt

Christopher “Chris” Traeger

Donna Meagle*

Gerald “Jerry” Gergich*

Jean-Ralphio Saperstein*

Leslie Knope

Ronald “Ron” Swanson*

Ainsley Whitly

Det. Dani Powell

Edrisa Tanaka

Lt. Gil Arroyo

Det. James “JT” Tarmel

Jessica Whitly

Malcolm Bright

DI Greg Lestrade

Mrs. Hudson*

James “Jim” Moriarty

Dr. John Watson

Mary Morstan*

Molly Hooper

Mycroft Holmes

Sherlock Holmes

Dr. Adrian Mallory*

Capt. Angela Ali

Brig. Gen. Bradley Gregory*

Dr. Chan Kaifang

Duncan Tabner

Erin Naird

F. Tony Scarapiducci

Kelly King

Maggie Naird*

Gen. Mark Naird*

Abbie “Bela” Talbot*

Adam Milligan

Alex Jones

Balthazar

Benjamin “Benny” Lafitte

Castiel

Charlene “Charlie” Bradbury

Claire Novak

Crowley

Dean Winchester

Sheriff Donna Hanscum

Eileen Leahy

Ellen Harvelle*

Gabriel

Garth Fitzgerald IV

Jack Kline

Jessica “Jess” Moore*

Joanna “Jo” Harvelle

Sheriff Jody Mills*

John Winchester

Kaia Nieves

Kevin Tran

Lucifer

Meg Masters

Michael “Mick” Davies

Patience Turner

Robert “Bobby” Singer*

Rowena MacLeod

Rufus Turner*

Samuel “Sam” Winchester

Aaron

Abraham Ford

Andrea*

Beth Greene

Carl Grimes*

Carol Peletier*

Dale Horvath*

Daryl Dixon

Dwight

Enid*

Eugene Porter*

King Ezekiel*

Father Gabriel Stokes

Glenn Rhee

Hershel Greene*

Maggie Greene

Michonne

Morgan Jones*

Negan Smith

Paul “Jesus” Rovia

Rick Grimes

Rosita Espinosa

Sasha Williams

Tara Chambler

Tyreese Williams

MOVIES

Cher Horowitz

Dionne Davenport

Josh Lucas

Tai Frasier

Travis Birkenstock

Anne Wheeler

Charity Barnum

Jenny Lind

Lettie Lutz*

Phillip Carlyle

Phineas “P.T.” Barnum

W.D. Wheeler

Alastor “Mad-Eye” Moody*

Albus Dumbledore*

Arthur Weasley*

Cedric Diggory

Cho Chang

Draco Malfoy

Fleur Delacour

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Ginevra “Ginny” Weasley

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

James Potter

Lily Evans

Luna Lovegood

Minerva McGonagall*

Molly Weasley*

Neville Longbottom

Nymphadora Tonks*

Oliver Wood

Remus Lupin

Ronald “Ron” Weasley

Rubeus Hagrid*

Severus Snape

Sirius Black

Viktor Krum

Cinna

Effie Trinket*

Finnick Odair

Gale Hawthorne

Haymitch Abernathy*

Johanna Mason

Katniss Everdeen

Peeta Mellark

Anthony “Tony” Stark -- Iron Man

Dr. Bruce Banner -- Hulk

Carol Danvers -- Captain Marvel

Dr. Christine Palmer*

Clint Barton -- Hawkeye

Drax the Destroyer*

Edward “Ned” Leeds

Gamora

Groot*

Harold “Happy” Hogan*

Dr. Henry “Hank” Pym*\

Hope van Dyne -- Wasp

Sgt. James “Bucky” Barnes -- Winter Soldier

Col. James “Rhodey” Rhodes -- War Machine

Loki Laufeyson

Luis*

Mantis*

Dr. Margaret “Peggy” Carter*

Cdr. Maria Hill*

May Parker*

Lord M’Baku

Michelle “MJ” Jones

Nakia

Natasha Romanoff -- Black Widow

Nebula*

Col. Nicholas “Nick” Fury*

Okoye

Peter Parker -- Spider-Man

Peter Quill -- Star-Lord

Agt. Phillip “Phil” Coulson*

Pietro Maximoff -- Quicksilver

Rocket*

Samuel “Sam” Wilson -- Falcon

Scott Lang -- Ant-Man

Shuri

Dr. Stephen Strange

Steven “Steve” Rogers -- Captain America

King T’Challa -- Black Panther

Thor Odinson

Valkyrie

Virginia “Pepper” Potts

Vision

Wanda Maximoff -- Scarlet Witch

W’Kabi

Wong*

Yelena Belova

Yondu Udonta*

BROADWAY

Grand Duchess Anastasia Romanov

Dimitri Sudayev

Gleb Vaganov

Countess Lily Malevsky-Malevitch*

Dowager Empress Maria Feodorovna*

Vladimir “Vlad” Popov*

Adam Maitland

Barbara Maitland

Beetlejuice*

Delia Schlimmer

Lydia Deetz*

Carrie White

Christine “Chris” Hargensen

Susan “Sue” Snell

Thomas “Tommy” Ross

Eurydice

Hades

Hermes*

Orpheus

Persephone

Aaron Burr

Alexander Hamilton

Angelica Schuyler

Elizabeth “Eliza” Schuyler

George Washington

Hercules Mulligan

James Madison

John Laurens

Margarita “Peggy” Schuyler

Maria Reynolds

Marquis de Lafayette

Philip Hamilton

Thomas Jefferson

Cosette

Enjolras

Éponine Thénardier

Fantine

Insp. Javert

Jean Valjean

Marius Pontmercy

Carlotta Giudicelli*

Christine Daaé

Erik “The Phantom”

Mme. Giry*

Meg Giry

Raoul de Chagny

Anna of Cleves

Anne Boleyn

Catherine of Aragon

Catherine Parr

Jane Seymour

Katherine Howard

VIDEO GAMES

Carl Manfred*

Chloe

Det. Chris Miller*

Connor

Elijah Kamski

Lt. Hank Anderson*

Capt. Jeffrey Fowler*

Josh

Kara

Leo Manfred

Lucy*

Luther

Markus

North

Rose Chapman*

Simon

Abigail Roberts

Arthur Morgan

Beau Gray*

Charles Smith

Daniël “Dutch” Van der Linde

Eagle Flies

Hosea Matthews*

Javier Escuella

Johnathan “John” Marston Sr.

Josiah Trelawny

Karen Jones

Kieran Duffy

Leonard “Lenny” Summers

Marion “Bill” Williamson

Mary-Beth Gaskill

Micah Bell

Molly O’Shea

Penelope Braithwaite*

Rev. Orville Swanson*

Sadie Adler

Sean MacGuire

Simon Pearson*

Tilly Jackson

25 notes · View notes

roseunspindle · 7 months

Text

Meet Samantha

#Meet Samantha #An American Girl #Susan S. Adler #children's books #booklr

0 notes

multi-lefaiye · 3 years

Link

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Red Dead Redemption (Video Games), Warriors - Erin Hunter Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Arthur Morgan/Original Male Character(s), Original Character(s)/Original Character(s), Charles Smith/Original Character(s), Sadie Adler/Original Female Character(s), Susan Grimshaw/Hosea Matthews/Dutch van der Linde, Molly O'Shea/Dutch van der Linde, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Characters: Arthur Morgan, Dutch van der Linde, Van der Linde Gang, Original Characters, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Original Non-Binary Character, Original Non-Human Character(s), Colm O'Driscoll, O'Driscoll Gang (Red Dead Redemption), Theodore Levin, Blind Man Cassidy, many others, just assume if they're in rdr2 they're here Additional Tags: Warriors Adventure Game, Canon-Typical Violence, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Fusion, Alternate Universe - Warrior Cats, Time Travel, Alternate Universe - Cats, High Honor Arthur Morgan, Canon Rewrite, Slow Burn, Original Character Death(s), Original Character-centric, Major Original Character(s), LGBTQ Character, (there's significantly more than one lmao most of the cast is lgbtq+ but the tag is singular so), Animal Death, Additional Warnings In Author's Note Summary:

The Heartlands, a (relatively) peaceful valley where dozens of factions of cats live in peace, are in crisis. StarClan has foreseen a terrible event coming, one that will destroy the peace these cats have built and plunge the valley into an age of chaos and bloodshed.

To stop this, they have chosen several cats from various times and places, cats who otherwise would have no place among their ranks, and have given them a chance to redeem themselves by saving the Heartlands. If they do, they will have a place in StarClan when they die.

The chosen must find their purpose and discover the true cause of the crisis, putting a stop to it before it is too late.

Redemption is easier said than done, however.

---

Hey so the write-up of my main Warriors Adventure Game campaign has officially begun!!!!!

#warrior cats #warrior cats adventure game #Multi's Writing #cowboy babey #don't wanna put this in the main rdr2 tags so #warrior cats ocs #each character is credited to their player in the end notes!

5 notes · View notes

marybethsjournal · 3 years

Text

Always

Summary: Molly has hit a wall with Dutch and doesn’t know what to do; she feels completely lost. Not to mention that she has started to have complicated feeling towards another gang member.

Pairing(s): Dutch Van Der Linde x Molly O’Shea, Molly O’Shea x Sadie Adler (strongly implied)

Word Count: 1903

A03 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29265912

It was barely noon and the girls were day drinking yet again. This didn’t impress Molly much, but she had come to realize that nobody, not even Dutch cared about what she thought. Molly pushed the thought away. If she thought about how Dutch had been shutting her out and treating her badly in general, she would be driven to drink just like these harlots. And then she would be no better than them, which seemed to be the most humiliating thought possible at the time.

Molly was not surprised that Karen was leading the drinking charge of the day. That’s all the wench knew how to do, that and seduce men. She tried not to blame Karen too hard for that, though, because everyone knew Dutch was strongly encouraging her to put herself out there and if Molly verbalized her bias against working women, she’d have to implicate Dutch in the whole thing and she didn’t feel like doing that. Anything to exonerate her man from wrongdoing. What did surprise Molly was that that girl, Sadie, had joined the women for once. And not in the way Abigail had, coming over to get one drink and then gone back to her business (Molly didn’t blame her, she deserved a drink, especially since Jack had asked about 50 questions today already and the Marston man had tried to pants Bill and got a fist in his face in return). Sadie was downing the drinks faster than anyone else; she seemed to have no shame. Molly supposed that maybe she shouldn’t have been so surprised. Sadie had gone through a significant transformation over the past few months. When Sadie had been brought in by Dutch, Micah, and Arthur, she seemed weak and quiet. She had worn dresses and otherwise modest garments, although nothing too fancy. Now, she had the audacity to yell at the men and one day, when out on the town with Arthur, she had bought a shirt and pants and she hadn’t taken them off since. Quite offensive, in Molly’s opinion, but Sadie objectively pulled it off quite well. Molly had noticed herself staring at Sadie quite often, observing the woman. She couldn’t pinpoint quite why, but she assumed it was normal. Sadie was pushing boundaries and was overall quite an interesting woman, more interesting than herself. Not to mention, Sadie was very beautiful. Anyone could see that, it wasn’t an odd thing for her to think.

Molly found herself in the same situation yet again. She was staring at Sadie, who was downing another drink and laughing at some joke Tilly (or maybe it was Karen??? Molly wasn’t doing a very good job focusing on anything other than Sadie at the moment) made. Molly smiled, seeing Sadie throw her head back in laughter. Her smile was so huge and genuine. It was only recently that she had started smiling again. Sadie had taken it rough, just like any woman would, when her husband died. Molly knew the pain hadn’t gone away, but Sadie seemed to finally be letting herself enjoy life with little guilt. She thought about Sadie’s smile a little longer than she probably should have and her mind ended up drifting to a few nights ago when she and Sadie had danced. The whole camp was ambient with laughter and music, coming both from the gramophone and Javier’s guitar. Everyone seemed to have found a partner and was dancing: Mary Beth with Arthur, Jack with Uncle (their form of dancing was far different than everyone else’s slow dancing, the pair were waving their arms wildly and running in circles together), Karen with Sean, Tilly with Lenny. Hell, even Abigail and that fool John had put aside their differences for the night and were dancing up on each other, a bit too provocatively for Molly’s liking. Molly had actually been really excited about the spontaneous party that night. She felt the distance growing between her and Dutch the past few weeks and she was convinced that that night could make it all better. She had put on her finest dress, fixed her hair, and perfected before asking him. But to her surprise, he told her that he was too tired and maybe they could try another time. Her surprise had turned to horror when she later saw Dutch dancing with Susan. The worst part was, Dutch didn’t even seem to care when Molly noticed. It was like he didn’t even care about her feelings.

Molly had run into the nearby forest to cry. She knew her makeup would smudge and usually she would refrain from crying to the best of her ability, but she didn’t care anymore. It only took a few minutes before Sadie had snuck up behind her and asked her what was wrong. She had been sitting on a rock nearby, not in a party mood, when she had heard Molly crying, she explained. How embarrassing.

“So, are you going to tell me what happened so I can fight a bitch?”

Molly, despite her sadness, laughed. “It’s not really a bitch. It’s Dutch. Wouldn’t dance with me but he sure is dancing with Susan right now.”

“That old fart? Ah you can do better than him.” Sadie seemed to get an idea and clapped her hands together. “In fact, let’s show him what he’s missing. I’ll dance with ya.”

Molly was taken aback by Sadie’s proposal.

“I’m not too sure that’ll make him jealous. Maybe if I danced with Charles or something…”

“Oh come on! Sorry I’m not Charles.” Sadie grabbed Molly’s hand and drug her back into camp

Molly was confused as to why Sadie seemed so insistent to dance with her, but she was certainly pleased by the attention. She rarely got attention from this gang.

The dance went wonderfully; Molly almost felt something resembling butterflies in her stomach, which she dismissed as simple indigestion. It was perfect until Molly apparently got too close to Sadie and she asked, “Miss O’Shea, do you expect me to kiss you or what?”

Molly was horrified. She gave some phony excuse and ran away from the situation as fast as she could, ignoring Sadie calling after her. Things had been pretty awkward between them since then.

Molly was startled out her daydreaming when Karen yelled at her, “Hey Molly, what are you looking at? You wanna drink or something?” Oh great, Molly thought after realizing she had been staring this entire time.

Molly walked over to where Karen was and for just a brief moment, allowed herself to look at Sadie again. Unfortunately, Sadie seemed to have the same idea. Their eyes locked and Sadie subsequently excused herself to go talk to Abigail.

“What the Hell is her problem? Anyway, wanna drink? I’ll share mine. It’s the good kind of whiskey.” Karen offered some strong whiskey to Molly. There’s nothing Molly wanted less than to drink after Karen.

“I try not to drink outside of social settings.” Molly informed Karen, politely declining.

“Then WHY were you looking at me earlier?”

“I wasn’t.” Molly responded curtly.

“Then you were looking at Sadie. Cause I know you weren’t looking at these here two fools.” Karen made rude gestures at Mary Beth and Tilly.

“I wasn’t looking at anything, Karen. Just thinking.” Molly couldn’t find it within herself to look anywhere besides her feet.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to offend you. You two, get out of here. I need to talk to Miss O’Shea alone.” Molly tried desperately to get the other two girls to stay but Karen insisted they leave. Apparently, Karen had much more pull among the other women than Molly did. That wasn’t one bit surprising, but it still seemed wrong.

“Wow, you really don’t wanna talk to me. My feelings are so hurt.” Karen took another swig of her drink before continuing. “Listen Molly, you know just as well as everyone else that I think you’re lazy and entitled. Just all around a nasty person.”

Molly nodded. Karen generally was straightforward and rude when she wanted to me, but it still seemed the drink must be doing a number on her for her to be able to say what she just had said.

“But for some reason my the dumb bitch in me has started to care. I didn’t think I had an angel on my shoulder, but here she is, annoying as ever, telling me, ‘Karen, you have to warn Molly. You don’t wanna see her get hurt.’ And then I tell them back that I don’t care if you get hurt but I still feel like I do care afterwards.”

It didn’t take much of an intellectual to make the observation that Karen had had too much to drink. Molly honestly couldn’t understand what she was saying: it sounded like a whole bunch of incoherent rambling in which she said a whole bunch, yet nothing at all at the same time.

“I’m not sure I follow.”

“Of course you wouldn’t. You don’t have a heart of gold like myself. But at least you do have a heart. Listen, I just wanted to let you know Dutch don't care about you.”

‘“Leave me alone, Karen. You’re drunk and I won’t hear anymore.”

“See, you know it’s true! He sees you as a toy more than anything. You’re gonna end up hurt and he’s not going to care one bit.”

“If you think he’s so bad, why are you still running with him?”

“A lot of us don’t have a choice, miss society lady. Besides, I know better to get involved with him.”

“Sure, Karen. Thanks, I guess.”

Molly had walked away and pretended like she hadn’t cared but even days later, the short conversation haunted her at every turn. Even late at night, lying in bed next to Dutch, she replayed the whole ordeal over and over again in her mind. She hated to admit it, but Karen was right. The man lying next to her didn’t feel much for her anymore, if he ever had in the first place. It was just cold lying next to him. Like sleeping with a complete stranger.

She had spent several consecutive nights not being able to sleep out of worry. Late into the night, she would search Dutch’s face for any sort of sign that maybe he cared about something, maybe not even her. She always came up with nothing.

It had become all too much for Molly. She found herself crying yet again. She had never known herself to be this emotional. Part of her wanted Dutch to wake up and see her in pain, but she knew in her heart that he wouldn’t care. He would just be irritated that someone interrupted his beauty sleep.

One night when Molly couldn’t control her crying any longer, she left their tent so as not to disturb Dutch. She walked towards the rock that she usually sat on while she read a book during the day. On her way, she noticed that Sadie was sitting on another rock on the other side of camp. What was she doing out this late. She supposed she would have to find out. Now was her chance to finally talk to Sadie and apologize for whatever had happened between them.

“Can I sit here with you?” Molly asked Sadie when she approached her.

“Always.” Sadie smiled at her.

“That would be nice.”

#red dead fanfic #rdr #rdr2 #red dead redemption #molly o'shea #karen jones #sadie adler #dutch x molly #sadie x molly #o'shadie

17 notes · View notes

papermoonloveslucy · 3 years

Text

A WOMAN OF DISTINCTION

March 16, 1950

Directed by Edward N. Buzzell

Produced by Buddy Adler for Columbia Pictures

Written by Charles Hoffman; additional dialogue by Frank Tashlin; story by Ian McLellan Hunt and Hugo Butler

Synopsis ~ College dean Susan Middlecott thinks there's no room in her life for romance until she meets Professor Alec Stevenson, British lecturer on astronomy, who is in possession of a keepsake of Susan's that he wants to return. Desperate for publicity, lecture bureau press agent Teddy Evans magnifies this into a great romance. The efforts of both dignified principals to quash the story have the opposite effect.

PRINCIPAL CAST

Rosalind Russell (Susan Middlecott) is probably best remembered as Auntie Mame, a role she played on Broadway and in the film and a role Lucille Ball would film in the 1974 musical version of the play. She was nominated for four Oscars. This is her only appearance with Lucille Ball.

Edmund Gwenn (Mark Middlecott) is probably best remembered for playing Kris Kringle in Miracle on 34th Street (1947), which also featured William Frawley. He won an Oscar in 1951 for Mister 888. This is his only appearance with Lucille Ball.

Ray Milland (Alec Stevenson) won a 1945 Oscar for The Lost Weekend. This is his only appearance with Lucille Ball.

Janis Carter (Teddy Evans) also appeared with Lucille Ball in Miss Grant Takes Richmond (1949).

Mary Jane Saunders (Louisa) was a seven year-old child actor who also appeared with Lucille Ball in 1949′s Sorrowful Jones.

Francis Lederer (Paul Simone) makes his only appearance with Lucille Ball.

Jerome Courtland (Jerome) makes his only appearance with Lucille Ball.

UNCREDITED CAST

Lucille Ball (as Lucille Ball) plays herself in a cameo appearance in her 73rd motion picture. Leaving an airplane holding a lapdog, movie star Lucille Ball stops to pose for photographs.

Gale Gordon (Station Clerk) was Lucille Ball’s co-star in every one of her radio and television shows: Rudolph Atterbury on “My Favorite Husband,” Alvin Littlefield on “I Love Lucy,” Theodore J. Mooney on “The Lucy Show,” Harrison Otis Carter on “Here’s Lucy,” and Curtis McGibbon on “Life With Lucy.” Whether bellowing or turning a cartwheel, he was Lucy’s perfect comic foil!

Gail Bonney (Woman) also appeared with Lucille Ball in The Fuller Brush Girl (1950). She re-teamed with Lucy in as Mr. Hudson in “The Amateur Hour” in 192, a 1965 episode of "The Lucy Show”, and a 1968 episode of "Here’s Lucy.”

Harry Cheshire (Stewart) also appeared with Lucille Ball in Her Husband’s Affairs (1947), and Miss Grant Takes Richmond (1949). He played oil tycoon Sam Johnson in “Oil Wells” (1954). Mary Ellen Kay (Background Performer) later played Mrs. Taylor, who rents the Ricardo apartment in “Lucy Hates to Leave” (1957).

Norman Leavitt (Earl, Hotel Desk Clerk) also appeared with Lucille Ball in The Long, Long Trailer (1953). He made three appearances on the “The Lucy-Desi Comedy Hour” after which he was in The Facts of Life (1960) and two episodes of "The Lucy Show.”

William Newell (Bartender) played the Nome hotel desk clerk in “Lucy Goes To Alaska” an episode of “The Lucy-Desi Comedy Hour” featuring Red Skelton.

Hans Moebus (Background Performer) was a German-born actor who appeared as an uncredited background performer in hundreds of movies and TV shows, including the Lucille Ball films DuBarry Was a Lady (1943), and The Facts of Life (1960). On “I Love Lucy,” Moebus was seen in “Bon Voyage” also in two episodes of “The Lucy Show.”

Reporters: Larry Barton, Richard Bartell, Harry Strang, Donald Kerr, Charles Jordan, Ted Jordan

Members: Lelah Tyler, Mira McKinney

Conductors: William E. Green, Robert Malcolm

Alex Gerry (Herman Pomeroy) Charles Evans (Dr. McFall) Charlotte Wynters (Miss Withers) Clifton Young (Chet) Jean Willes (Pearl) Wanda McKay (Merle) Elizabeth Flournoy (Laura) Harry Tyler (Charlie) Harry Harvey, Jr. (Joe) Maxine Gates (Goldie) Walter Sande (Officer) Marie Blake (Wax Operator) Napoleon Whiting (Porter) John Smith (Boy) Charles Trowbridge (Jewelry Salesman) Dudley Dickerson (Waiter) Lucille Browne (Manicurist) Lois Hall (Stewardess) Myron Healey (Cameraman) Edward Keane (Sergeant)

TRIVIA OF DISTINCTION

In Spain the film was titled The Teacher’s Scandals.

"Lux Radio Theater" broadcast a 60 minute radio adaptation of the movie on October 23, 1950 with Rosalind Russell reprising her film role. Coincidentally, Lucille Ball took over for Rosalind Russell when Screen Directors Radio Playhouse presented “A Foreign Affair” in March 1951.

Rosalind Russell and her husband Fred Brisson were in the studio audience the night “I Love Lucy” filmed “Be A Pal” on September 21, 1951.

Eddie Buzzell also directed Lucille Ball in Best Foot Forward (1943) and Easy to Wed (1946). His name was mentioned as a going away party guest in “Drafted” (ILL S1;E11).

#A Woman of Distinction #Lucille Ball #Rosalind Russell #Edmund Gwenn #Ray Milland #Gale Gordon #Eddie Buzzell

10 notes · View notes

norafike · 3 years

Text

Despite all this, I still love you 17

Bit of a darker chapter so warning for violence in this one. It does get fluffier towards the end with some Lem looking after Nora, :). Hope y’all enjoy this one and if anyone prefers to read it on AO3 here is the link.

Gonna tag the lovely @journal-of-an-outlaw because they have responded so positively regarding my chapters on ao3 and I am always so happy to read their comments.

Also gonna tag the wonderful @bucketofcowboys because we’re getting married soon and I want to share my greatest accomplishment with them. Love you baby.

Nora slowly stood from her seat, staring with wild eyes at the headless rider as the horse came to a halt in the camp. For a brief moment everything was quiet and the slightest of noises such as a pin drop could possibly be heard.

Everyone stood bewildered at this strange display and Nora slowly walked over to a hyperventilating Mary-Beth who had tears running down her cheeks from the horror. She placed a hand on the female's shoulder but not to brashly and would gently whisper calming words in the girl's ear in the same manner that Lem would do whenever Nora grew hysterical.

“What's that over there?” Arthur usually wouldn't have been heard but it was dead quiet and even his whispers were picked up on and Nora looked over at the bushes in time to see the slightest of movements in the distance and her heart sank to her stomach as soon as the bullets whizzed by.

Before she was cautious and gentle but now she needed to get Mary-Beth out of the open, taking her hand and pulling her away from the field and over to one of the many crates and tables lined up and no quicker did their attacker start to fire most armed members who were present began to shoot back, concentrating solely on the trees and bushes as that's where the enemy was hiding.

Even Lem, who had avoiding fights for the majority had taken to helping the Van Der Linde gang; bravery and concentration present in his face while he shot from the table. Nora had bit the inside of her cheek to focus on getting Mary-Beth inside the house and upon Dutch's instruction, the majority of gang members all began to flee indoors.

Abigail was close to entering the building but Jack in his fear ran to John's side, shouting “Papa” over the bullets and like the bastards they were, to attack a hideout knowingly unsuspecting these attackers began to fire at the boy as he scattered over the dirt. His mother screamed at him to get back and eventually John had neared him enough to pick him up and carry him over to the worried woman who briskly took him from his grasp and carried him inside.

“Hide upstairs.” Nora shouted at Mary-Beth and later at Lem as he ran past to hide indoors. She slid behind cover at the fountain with Arthur and with her lancaster in hand would shoot at any movement she caught a glimpse off and a lot of the time a pained cry would follow as she successfully hit a target.

When she looked to her right she saw the canoe filled with O'Driscoll's, their uniforms obvious and quickly she shot that way so they couldn't catch them off guard. “Bastards are comin' in on boats.” And another shot, taking her target successfully.

For the first time in what felt like forever, she was able to participate in a fight without the unsettling nerves inside and had returned to that former self where she felt confident in her bravery and skill but not all these good films could last forever when a bullet ricocheted off of the fountain in front of her. It missed her by inches but how close of a call it was startled her and the want to protect the group became lost and replaced with the severity of the situation they were in.

Arthur picked up immediately on the change of air around her, kicking her shin gently and dragging her back towards the house with John behind but she managed to break free from the firm grip held on her shoulder. She pushed Arthur inside the building and he almost did step outside to grab her and prevent whatever foolish antics she had building up inside but John only shook his head which stopped him from doing so. “She ain't one of us, son.” He hadn't even noticed Dutch standing there.

“She's fightin' for us, both her and Lem were.” Arthur spat through gritted teeth. He elbowed his way past his father-figure and ran up the creaky staircase to stand out on the balcony to in the very least, help Nora from above but when he got there it was quiet and Nora wasn't found.

“Is she inside?” He met Lem on the landing but her companion only looked confused.

“W-Who?”

“Nora she's not out there anymore.”

“I came out here to find her, s-she ain't hiding.”

And they both shared an equal look of worry when the realisation kicked in and making matters a whole lot worse both men realised that not even Sadie Adler was inside when she had been instructed too. It annoyed Arthur to no end that both women had failed to listen and were stuck out there and the O'Driscoll's were not dying down, only growing in numbers. He shared one worried glance with Dutch and before he could decline anything his son was gone, back out in the open to find Sadie and their friend.

“Mrs Adler!” Arthur called out and got no answer, not from the front of the house and so he quickly turned around to investigate behind it and conveniently just as he did so he heard the familiar cry from her. It was just as before if her own home back in those mountains and thinking she had been in danger he quickly broke into a sprint and ran for the direction he believed her to be, soon finding her fighting three O'Driscoll's at once with an ease that frightened him.

“You seem to be handlin' yourself.” He commented and the woman only chuckled before pocketing the knife and switching it for a gun. “Come on, Arthur. We can take these bastards.”

“We need to get inside.” Was all he had to say but the woman did not listen to instruction and decided to run off further into an onslaught of O'Driscoll's men.

Arthur groaned at her incompetence, running after her.

“Arthur help Nora!” She cried out and her finger had been extended over towards the female. He turned just in time to see her get tackled to the floor and wrestle for a small while as the attacker brandished a knife dangerously close, but she was struggling to keep the blade away. He didn't aim as he fired and she flinched with the gunshots so close to her, arms covering her head and although he was dead as his body went limp the blade was still able to slice part of her shoulder and she cried out at the sting of it.

“Shit.” He muttered running to her aid and kicking the corpse off of her. From the small wound in her shoulder and the dead man laying on top of her, the clothes she wore became soaked in blood. “You alright?”

“Yeah.” She held a hand up but shrieked with the ache and pain that flared through her arm, the wound cutting deeper than she initially thought or felt and it hurt to move it further up than she liked. Arthur quickly pulled her to her feet which didn't help matters but couldn't do much but leave her standing before they had to fight more O'Driscoll's.

Nora's hand was covering the wound to prevent the blood and her arm was bend awkwardly to shoot at them but she was capable of continuing with the fight alongside the other's, a wound wouldn't inconvenience her.

“Nora get inside.” Arthur warned her once part of the firing ceased and she was ready to defend herself before she noticed riders coming in from the roads. She pointed and he sighed as they kept coming and luckily for them Charles soon would join in to help them.

With Sadie, Charles and Arthur they were unstoppable all three were strong and capable when it came to a fight. Nora helped but her arm would restrict her some times so she couldn't fire as much as she pleased, to focused on the pain to aim properly but they all dealt with the lot of them and managed to succeed in the fight they were so unwillingly thrown into.

“We'll talk to you two later.” Arthur warned the woman over the unsettling quiet the camp returned too and he followed Charles around to the front in time to see Dutch and Hosea emerge from inside.

“What fun that had been.” Dutch remarked before walking over to the headless rider.

“But who is this poor fool?”

“It ain't Kieran is it?” Nora muttered but her words were heard. “No, I don't think it is.”

“Good.” She nodded.

Arthur looked at Grimshaw who had been leading both the women outside and he called the authoritarian over. “What is it, Mr. Morgan.”

“Miss Morgan here's got a nastier wound on her shoulder than thought, think you can patch her up.”

Grimshaw smirked as she handed her shotgun over to Mary-Beth who only seemed surprised with the weapon given to her. “I know I can patch her up.” She replied before pushing the female back inside the house. As she disappeared indoors Arthur could hear how Grimshaw turned around to mention Lem's worry over being left outside but Nora didn't give an answer only sulking in silence.

Dutch pointed for reverend to call him over, before motioning at the corpse with his hand. “Swanson, bury this fool somewhere far from here and as for the O'Driscoll's- burn them.”

Mary-Beth tapped Arthur's shoulder and the enforcer looked behind to offer her a kind smile, one she reciprocated. “If we don't know who they killed, then could that mean Kieran's alive?” She whispered into his ear because she worried about somebody overhearing.

“It could but Mary-Beth we shouldn't get our hopes up.” He hummed but she stopped listening at the 'it could', this smile present as she walked away to join Karen over by the river. He sighed once she disappeared and took the opportunity to walk back inside just as Susan told Nora off for moving or something.

“How's it goin' in here?” He asked and Nora gave him a harsh glare before turning away.

“Nora's not happy being fussed over- said that someone else should be looked at before her.” Lem answered.

“Is someone else injured?”

“No, nobody is.”

Arthur sighed before taking out a cigarette to pass over to Lem, who only shook his hand to decline the offer. “How are you feelin', Nora?”

“I'm fine, arm's stiff. For a dead guy he managed to cut it deeper than I thought.” Nora then hissed through her teeth when Susan prodded the flesh near the wound with her finger and the only woman only chuckled at her reaction.

“How are the other's?”

“Oh fine; most of 'em are used to this. Jack's gonna be shaken up for a while but I don't think he saw too much.”

Nora tutted. “Poor kid.” Susan pulled away with a pleased smile, wiping blood off of her hands and into the material of her skirt. “Now you make sure not to use that arm too much and you-” She turned around and pointed a slender finger at Lem, giving him a stern eye. “You make sure she listens.”

“I'll try.” Lem sighed. “Nora's as stubborn as they come. Might have to tie her hand down.”

“Tie it down if you have too.”

He thanked the woman as she left the pink room before he sat next to Nora on the table. Grimshaw had to undo part of her blouse and pull a strap down on her chemise in order to expose the wound for care and before Nora would find herself embarrassed by such a scandalous display, as of right now she sat there with the chemise slowly sliding further down and unbothered by it.

“I ought to go wash off some of this blood soon.” Nora's good arm was stretched out before her and she looked at the staining on her sleeves and hands, disgusted by just how much she had got on her.

“Want me to send one of the women over to help you?”

Nora looked up to answer, ready to reply with a ‘yes’ but an idea flashed in her mind when she remembered that her best friend had been sitting by her. “Thank you but Lem can help me.”

“You can g-guess again if you think I'm gonna help.” She gasped at his quick wit and looked over, expecting him to be flushed red and stuttering more than the usual but instead he looked at her with a smug grin and Arthur broke out into a fit of laughter at it. “How kind of you, Lemuel.”

“I know.” He chuckled. “If you really want my help then I s'pose I can, wouldn't be the first time.”

“It wouldn't be?”

“Nora gets shot or s-stabbed often, Arthur.”

“Seems a hassle lookin' out for her.” Lem laughed and shook her head; taking her hand and pulling her to a stand when she requested his favour. “Nora looks out for me a lot more than I do her.”

“Now you know that ain't true.”

“She gets injured more often than not due to m-my idiocy. She's just bein' polite.”

The three left the house and Dutch greeted them with a small wave as he went back to helping with the bodies still lying around camp, groaning as he tried dragging one over near the river. “Lem an' I should get goin', y'all seem busy and I wouldn't wanna intrude longer.”

“Ya make a mess an' run when it's time to clean up is it?” Arthur was only joking with her and she realised it quickly when she laughed along, nodding slowly. “Guess you saw through that half-lie.”

“You just watch that arm okay?”

Lem mounted his horse and reached down to take Nora's hand and with Arthur's help he had pulled her up to sit on the rump of his own horse to minimise the strain she'd put on the injury if she had mounted Casper. “I will.” She replied, adjusting to sit comfortably.

He waved them off as soon as they left and watched until they had disappeared behind the trees.

...

Lem waited outside the door while she climbed into the bath, giving her the privacy needed until she called him in. It wasn't the first time this had happened of course so by now he should have been used to it and yet every time he always got so nervous, just as any gentleman should in such circumstances.

He took to smoking to calm his nerves and it worked for a short while before he had heard her gently call his name, saying that he was allowed in. He took a dip breath as he flicked finished off his cigarette, placing the butt in an ashtray and gently opening the door to walk in. She smiled at him gently, pushing some bubbles closer to cover herself a little more.

“How are you feelin'?”

“Tired mostly and sore.”

“I saw that cut, weren't anythin' nice.” He replied as he walked over to the side of the bathtub. She chuckled lowly, watching every move he made from the way he would awkwardly swallow his nerves or how slowly he dipped his hand into the water only to quickly pull away when his fingers brushed over her knee.

“Cuts usually ain't nice.”

“But some are better than other's, leavin' no scars.”

“What's another scar to the collection.”

Lem nodded slowly before taking a handful of soapy water to clean off some of the blood on her shoulders. He avoided her gaze completely as he focused on the stains but felt her staring, almost meeting her eyes a couple of times before snapping back into her senses and remembering exactly where they had been. “Your brothers aren't gonna be keen on knowing you got injured again.”

“And your aunt won't be happy knowing that you got caught up in all that.” She replied and his soft chuckle had lightened the situation a little, making less intense and awkward than it needed to be.

“Try not to move while I clean near the wound, Nora.” He warned before taking his hand to some of the flesh near. He didn't touch the wound but the area around it was still fairly sensitive and she hissed when his hand make contact. “Shit.” He cursed and followed it with a string of apologies that she smiled at, waving a hand to dismiss his worry. “It's fine.” She told him and he slowly went back to cleaning the area near the wound again.

He noticed how her jaw clenched to prevent her from crying out again and he disliked how she did that but he continued wiping the blood away, as gently as he could manage. “How'd you get that scar on your forehead again?” He asked once he noticed the silence building between them and she raised her good arm to run a finger over it.

“Thought I told you recently?”

“You may have brought it up.”

“I bring it up often for you.” Lem chuckled at her words and nodded slowly. “I like hearin' it.”

Nora rolled her eyes as she pushed more bubbles her way but they were slowly beginning to dissolve into the water as she remained there. “I had been runnin' around Blackwater when I was younger, chasin' some friends as any child did and I didn't see two men carryin' a plank of wood down the path.” A smile began to form on Lem's face and she hadn't even finished her story yet. “I ran straight into it and went flyin' back, got this cut as a reminder to not go chasin' my friends about. Ma was worried and Pa was pissed, although he was pissed more with me than anyone else.”

“Hard to think that the tough Nora Morgan that I know and l-love who fights whole armies, stubbornly, is t-the same girl who ran into a wooden p-plank.”

“Know and love?” She gasped and Lem arched an eyebrow at the repeat of his own words when he realised what he had said his face sank. “W-Well.. not quite i-in-”

“You've gone soft, Lem.”

“Oh, quiet will you.” He replied and she laughed at the red in his cheeks. She pointed over towards the door where a towel hung for her and asked him to bring it over so she could finally get out of the bathtub. He did and just as before closed his eyes and held it open while he waited for her to climb out. “You don't need to close your eyes, ain't like you ain't seen anything before.”

“I'm jus' being p-polite, Nora.”

She grabbed the towel and wrapped it around her before walking behind a pretty divider that clean clothes for her were waiting, most notably a shirt she had seen Lem wear once before. “Didn't realise you had spare clothes with you.”

“I pack a shirt just in case.”

“In case of what?”

“You gettin' covered in blood; like you so notoriously do.”

She rolled her eyes but only managed to pull one sleeve on; struggling with the other as her arm would burn at the most slightest of movements. She walked out and smiled at Lem who had since opened his eyes but had been looking at the paintings on the walls instead. “Mind helpin'?”

“’Course not.” He had to slide the one sleeve down to slip the other one onto her bad arm but with some movement, she had finally gotten the shirt on comfortably. She was ready to do the buttons up to but Lem decided that he would like to help her with that too, making quick work of a task that probably would have taken her a little longer.

He reached the top button and looked up and for the first time their eyes finally met. His breathing became laboured and just like a couple of days prior he found himself leaning ever so slightly closer to Nora but before anything more could happen he finally regained his bearings and looked away, clearing his throat to break the awkward tension between them.

“We should go now, can't keep the bath occupied for too long I'm afraid.”

#rdr2 #rdr2 lem #lem fike #lemuel fike #lem fike x original character #mary-beth gaskill #arthur morgan #john marston #rdr oc #some fluff #dutch van der linde #VDL Gang #van der linde gang

4 notes · View notes

eretzyisrael · 4 years

Link

We, the undersigned faculty of USC, have followed the case of Rose Ritch and her resignation from student government with great dismay. As described in the supportive statement by President Folt, and fully detailed in the statement by the Alliance for Academic Freedom of August 24th, Rose Ritch was subjected to vicious online harassment, and her qualification to hold elected office was questioned on the basis of her professed Zionism.

We find it unacceptable that such blatant discrimination on the basis of a student’s belief, identity, or national origin could take place on our campus.

We reject in the strongest possible terms any and all attempts to associate Zionism with such inflammatory accusations as racism, colonialism, and white supremacy, which are diametrically antithetical to Zionist ideas and aims. We are appalled that such characterizations of Zionism were the basis for calls for Rose Ritch’s resignation, and continue to be voiced by certain organizations on this campus.

As supporters of the Zionist idea — the right of the Jewish people to a homeland and self-determination — we stand by the rights of all people, including Israelis and Palestinians, to freedom, dignity and peaceful coexistence, and to advocate for their causes with fairness and respect on our campus and in the world.

Contentious issues concerning the Middle East conflict must be engaged by encouraging students to study the history of the conflict and to participate in discussions regarding its possible resolution. Only in that way can USC foster a campus culture that is truly inclusive and respectful of diversity.

As dedicated members of the USC faculty, we are concerned about the long-term impact of Rose Ritch’s resignation on the morale and well-being of supporters, or presumed supporters, of the State of Israel. This includes Jewish students, faculty, and staff at USC, dedicated contributors to this campus’s excellence and visibility, whose fitness to continue their service may come under attack. We call on our university’s leadership to uphold the values of open and civilized debate, so that USC can continue its mission of fostering excellence in education and advancing knowledge in a civil and respectful manner.

Respectfully,

ROBERT ADLER, MD, MS.Ed., Chief Medical Officer, CHLA Health System, Senior Advisor to the Chair of Pediatrics

LISA AZIZ-ZADEH, Associate Professor of Psychology and Occupational Science and Occupational Therapy

YEHUDA BEN-ZION, Professor of Earth Sciences, Director of Southern California Earthquake Center

JACK M. BERGER, MS, MD, Ph.D, Professor Emeritus of Clinical Anesthesiology

LISA M. BITEL, Dean’s Professor of Religion and Professor of History

DION DICKMAN, Associate Professor of Biological Sciences

URI ELKAYAM, MD, Professor of Medicine

SUSAN R. ESTRICH, Robert Kingsley Professor of Law and Political Science

DONALD FEINSTEIN, MD, MACP, Professor of Medicine Emeritus

HENRYK FLASHNER, Professor, Department of Aerospace and Mechanical Engineering

MYRON F. GOODMAN, Professor Biological Sciences and Chemistry

MIKE GRUNTMAN, Professor of Astronautics

JEFFREY B. HIRSCH, Adjunct Professor, Annenberg School for Communications & Journalism

STUART J. HOFFMAN, D.M.D., MS, Adjunct Clinical Professor, Division of Orthodontics, Herman Ostrow School of Dentistry

ELLIS HOROWITZ, Professor of Computer Science & Electrical Engineering

GABRIEL KAHN, Professor of Professional Practice

ANNA I. KRYLOV, Professor of Chemistry, Member, International Academy of Quantum Molecular Science

PAT LEVITT, PhD, Chief Scientific Officer, Vice President and Director, The Saban Research Institute, Simms/Mann Chair in Developmental Neurogenetics, Children’s Hospital Los Angeles. WM Keck Provost Professor of Neurogenetic, Keck School of Medicine

RICHARD LUBMAN, MD, Associate Professor of Medicine

DINA MAZYLIN, Professor of Marketing

GERARD MEDIONI, Professor Emeritus of Computer Science

JERRY MENDEL, Emeritus Professor of Electrical Engineering

DAPHNA OYSERMAN, Dean’s Professor of Psychology

RICHARD S. PANUSH, MD, Master, American College of Physicians, Master, American College of Rheumatology, Professor of Medicine

HANNA REISLER, Lloyd Armstrong Jr. Professor in Science and Engineering

MICHAEL RENOV, The Haskell Wexler Endowed Chair in Documentary, Professor of Cinema & Media Studies, Vice Dean, Academic Affairs, School of Cinematic Arts

STEVEN RICHEIMER, MD, Chief, Division of Pain Medicine, Professor of Anesthesiology & Psychiatry

REMO ROHS, Professor and Section Head, Quantitative and Computational Biology

ILAN ROTSTEIN, Professor and Chair, Herman Ostrow School of Dentistry

LUCILLE ROTSTEIN, Clinical Associate Professor, Herman Ostrow School of Dentistry

DAN SCHNUR, Adjunct Professor, USC Annenberg School of Communications

HAROLD SLAVKIN, Professor and Dean Emeritus, Herman Ostrow School of Dentistry

DOUGLAS C. SOLOW, DDS, MBA, G. Donald Montgomery Professor of Dentistry, Associate Dean of Clinical Affairs, Director, Herman Ostrow School of Dentistry Faculty Practice

WILLIAM STOHL, MD, PhD, Master, American College of Rheumatology, Professor of Medicine

ANDREW VITERBI, Presidential Chair Professor of Electrical Engineering, Member, National Academy of Engineering

CHERYL WAKSLAK, Associate Professor of Management and Organization & McAlister Associate Professor in Business Administration

ARIEH WARSHEL, Nobel Laureate, Dana and David Dornsife Chair in Chemistry, Member, National Academy of Sciences

MARK WEINSTEIN, Associate Professor of Finance and Business Economics Emeritus

RUTH WEISBERG, Professor, Roski School of Art and Design

GARY WEXLER, Adjunct Lecturer Annenberg

ALAN WILLNER, Steven and Kathryn Sample Chair in Engineering, Member, National Academy of Engineering

CURT WITTIG, Paul A. Miller Professor of Letters, Arts and Sciences

VLADIMIR ZELMAN, MD, PhD, Clinical Professor of Anesthesiology, Foreign Member, Russian Academy of Science

#rose ritch #usc

15 notes · View notes