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sweetcherrymoon22 · 2 years

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could you do a one shot where harry is super clingy and y/n loves it but their friends tease them thank you 🫶

I love you sm for this! an adorable little fluffy blurb is here for you, I hope you like it!

tw: none!

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I was never exactly a fan of PDA. More than just the “oh im single and I hate couples showing their affection for one another around me” kind of thing. It was more that I was never comfortable or close enough with someone where I could get to a point in a relationship to be casually touched and not have it make my skin crawl. That was the first thing about my relationship with Harry that my friends and family noticed. The weirdest thing was, I hadn't even realized it was happening. I didn't even think to call it “PDA” , that is, until the boys started to mention it.

We were sitting on the bus together all eating dinner, take-out from some Chinese restaurant we got on the road to our next venue. Per usual we weren't having a formal sit down family dinner, just lounging about in different parts of the bus, eating and doing work, looking at emails, watching tv, just hanging about in some of the only free time that we get. Harry and I were watching friends on the couch together, cardboard containers of food in our laps.

“You smell good” His head was resting in the crook of my neck and I could feel the muscles in his jaw clenching as he ate his food. I rested my own head on top of his.

“Because of the food or because I showered?” Idle conversation. Nothing of importance, nothing out of the ordinary. But that's how we like it. Even when we are sitting close practically whispering in each other's ear, we don't generally do anything but try and be together.

“Think a bit of both. What would you do if I started calling you noodle?” I laughed and placed my close to finished container back on the table in front of us.

“Um, I’m not sure, I guess it depends on why you would call me noodle”

“Dunno, just thought it might be cute” he placed his own container on the table and we nestled into each other pulling a blanket over ourselves.

“Oh god. No. Just no.” Louis walked in and squeezed his eyes shut at the picture of the two of us on the couch. For a second it didn't even occur to me what he might have thought seeing us like that with no one else in the room.

“What? Can we not watch Tv in peace?” I picked my head off of Harry's chest for a moment to speak.

“Only if you want to be tortured endlessly for all of enternity.”

“Okay you're just jealous because you don't have someone to cuddle with. And don't even try to deny it. I know a touch starved man when I see one.” I could feel the rumble of Harry’s chest under me as he laughed.

“You know what. I have had enough of the two of you. Goodnight, I hope you both wake up with bad backs and tingling arms.” The both of us said nothing and merely looked at eachother with raised eyebrows.

Eventually we fell asleep just like that and woke up the next morning to the sound of several boys around us. As soon as I got them to dispel I tried to stand to go to the bathroom but Harry's arm locked me down.

“Haz, I need to pee.”

“Cuddle with me”

“Harry, I’ll come right back okay I promise.” I kissed his forehead and tried again, still not even budging.

“Harry.”

“I want cuddles”

“You're a child” I gave up, ignoring the urge to pee and hoped that the boys heard every single word of that conversation, maybe with enough teasing and a little bit of luck, they could set me free from the warm prison of love I had been caught in.

“Really Harold? ‘I want cuddles’” Liam mocked as he walked into the room. Harry merely ignored him and nestled his face into the crook of my neck.

“This is giving me second hand embarrassment mate i'm not gonna’ lie to ya” Niall walked in as well and sat across from the both of us. Harry picked up his head again and looked at me with bug puppy dog eyes.

“At least one person won't make fun of me” Niall burst out laughing before I started a smirk.

“Well, I don't know that I would go that far, Love, and I'm so close to pissing my pants right now that I very well may break out of the cuddle puddle you have locked me into.”

“I thought you loved me.”

“Harry?” Louis asked from a corner

“What.”

“You know you look and act like a child with a new toy when she's around ya, right?”

“And?” they all laughed at him again

“You think I'm cute right? Coz that's all that matters to me.”

“I think you're absolutely precious. Not matter what they say I wouldn't give up my cuddles for the world”

#harry styles fluff #harry styles one shot #harry styles one direction #harry styles #harry styles imagines #fluff

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peterrparrkerr · 3 years

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Aliens made them do it - read on ao3

Second card is officially done!! I'll be posting the masterlist tomorrow and will start posting the third bingo card in August!

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Peter doesn't cry. He doesn't. Not when he's separated from Tony and the others, and not when Ronan presses the barrel of an alien blaster to his head.

He didnt cry, because he knew this was a possible outcome to staying on the ship. He knew that there was a possibility that this would happen.

He told Tony he thought this through, and he had.

But damn was he terrified. He shook with fear and cold, on his knees. They'd stripped him of his suit, leaving him in his boxers. He knew space was cold, but he never expected it to be like this.

"They're recruiting young, I see," Ronan hummed, walking around Peter's hunched and trembling form. "They must be desperate."

"I'm stronger than I look," Peter said, putting on a brave face. He was going to die anyway. He wanted to die like Spiderman, not like Peter Parker.

"I'm sure," Ronan hummed. He finishes his lap around Peter before standing in front of him. "Has anyone told you what exactly you were up against before throwing you to the lions?"

The barrel of the gun presses under Peter's chin, forcing him to crane his neck. He swallows thickly, blinking rapidly against frightened tears.

"Something as tiny and fragile as you must know you stand no chance against the almighty Thanos," Ronan continued, not giving Peter a chance to answer -not that he would.

"Its a suicide mission," the blue alien continued. "One that landed you in my grasp, and no closer to Thanos.

"And what to do with you," Ronan hummed, looking deep in thought for a moment. Peter felt his mouth grow dry.

Aunt May would never know what happened to him. He'd leave her all alone. And what happened if none of the other Avengers could stop him?

Would she be one of the ones killed by Thanos? Or would she be left behind. Left wondering if Peter was alive somewhere or gone like the rest of half the population. Peter didn't know which was worse.

"Killing you would be a waste," Ronan continued, oblivious to Peter's inner turmoil. "I'm sure we could find some way to entertain ourselves, hmm?"

Peter's first thought was torture, and he felt his breath hitching. It made Ronan grin, dark teeth juxtaposing against his blue skin.

"Oh, yes, I have the perfect thing for you and your little friends."

Peter tried not to shout when Ronan grabbed him by the hair, but he tugged Peter from his knees, and he couldn't help it.

Peter gripped Ronan's wrist, wincing and whimpering as he was half dragged across the floor.

"I've always wondered how humans worked," Ronan mused. "And now I've got four of them."

"Please-" Peter gasped wetly, tears burning his eyes. Ronan takes him into a dark room and yanks him forward before dropping him.

Peter falls onto his chest, not having enough to catch himself. He coughs as he gets his hands under him, pushing himself off the ground.

A heavy boot lands on his back and shoves him back down, and Peter grunts, scrambling to get up off the floor.

"Now now, no need to make a fuss," Ronan murmured, voice deep. "Bring in the sarcastic one. Take the other two humans and have fun."

"No!" Peter shouted. "Le-leave them alone-"

He's cut off when the boot grinds down on his shoulder blade. He winces, chest heaving as two other blue aliens leave the room, shutting the door behind them.

"Its best you behave, human," Ronan presses, leaning over Peter, putting more weight on Peter's back. "Your behavior from here on out determines how fast you and your friends die at my hand."

Peter chokes on a sharp exhale, tears spilling over his eyelashes.

It doesn't take long for the doors to open again, and Peter can hear Tony, grumbling and digging himself into a hole, like always.

"Ah, just who we were waiting for," Ronan said cheerfully. "Come join us."

Peter lays on the floor under Ronan's boot, knowing he wasn't strong enough to buck him off.

Tony comes into his line of sight, and he looks pissed. Thdyd taken his suit too, though he had a track suit on underneath.

Peter stupidly wondered if Tony would make his suit able to hide clothes as well -so he didnt have to go around in his boxers- before remembering there wouldn't be a chance to.

"You okay, kid?" Tony asked, eyeing Peter. Peter could only nod.

Ronan removed his boot before bending down and grabbing Peter by the hair.

Peter yelped and scrambled to his feet, and Tony took a step forward, face contortions in rage before two other Kree grabbed him by the arms.

"Humans are so strange," Ronan hummed, pulling Peter in close by his hair. Peter held onto his wrist, wincing and stumbling as he was guided around. "Your customs and traditions have always been odd, though I've never seen them practiced."

Peter whimpers as Ronan draws his head back, exposing his neck. He looks down at Peter just as Peter feels cold metal press into his throat.

"Leave him alone," Tony demands. Peter can't see him, but he knows from the scuffle that he'd tried to charge at them again but was held back. "I swear to God, you kill him and I'll blow this ship to pieces."

Ronan chuckled, eyes alit with amusement. "I'm not going to hurt him yet," Ronan promised.

"Not until I see you fuck him."

Peter's eyes widen at that.

"Fuck you," Tony snapped. Ronan laughed. "No fucking way am I going to do-"

"Either you fuck him, or I kill you where you stand," Ronan growled, aiming the alien tech towards Tony.

"Do it," Tony growled back. "I'm not scared of you."

"No?" Ronan asked. Peter lets out a desperate sob, trembling against the alien. "He seems pretty scared of me."

Peter can't help flinching when the alien blaster is pressed back into his throat.

Ronan then leans down, dark purple tongue poking out between darker teeth. Peter cries out, struggling against his hold as the alien licks a strip up Peter's cheek, from jaw up to his eyebrow.

"Fuckin- leave him alone!" Tony nearly screams. Peter manages to turn his head, but it tightens the hold Ronan has on his hair.

"Fuck him, or I will," Ronan demanded. "And I wont be nice about it."

Peter doesn't think his knees will hold him much longer. He openly cries, breath heaving in his chest.

"You can't-" Peter gasped out.

"Oh, but I can," Ronan said. "Do you think your fragile human body can handle me, little one?"

Peter chokes on a sob, struggling in his hold a little more as Ronan licks at his jaw again.

"I've heard humans tear so easily," Ronan continues, loud enough for Tony to hear over Peter's crying. "Poor thing might die before I even get a chance to fuck him properly."

"Fine!" Tony shouted. "Fine, alright, I'll do it- just- just let him go."

Ronan smiles against Peter's skin, and he's suddenly released. Peter almost drops to the floor, but he catches himself and rushes from the alien, into Tony's chest.

The older man is quick to hold him tight, hashing Peter and holding him tight.

"I'm waiting," Ronan called. "Entertain me."

Peter buries his face deeper into Tony's chest, arms wrapped around his torso.

"Pete," Tony winces, lowering his head. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

Peter shakes his head, sobbing breathlessly. He doesn't fight him when Tony pulls him to the floor, the whole time apologizing over and over.

"Just- just lay down, Peter," Tony murmurs, his own hands shaking. "Close your eyes."

Peter sobs as he lays on the cold ground, body stiff and vision blurry.

He can see Ronan and the two other Kree watching them, sitting and smirking together. Peter tries so hard to calm his crying, but it seems to make it worse.

Tony takes Peter's boxers off, kneeling between his legs.

Peter covers himself with his hands, trembling.

"I'm so sorry," Tony murmured, leaning over him. Peter can't look as Tony takes himself out of his pants.

He's never prayed for death before now. He sobs and begs for this not to happen, for Ronan to just kill them and get this over with.

"I'm sorry."

Its the last thing Tony says before pressing into him. Peter arches, a strangled cry forced past his lips.

He can hear the Kree laughing, egging Tony on. Peter sobs as Tony presses all the way in, lowering himself.

Peter realizes he's hiding Peter as best he can, resting on his elbows. Peter wraps his arms around Tony's neck, burying his nose into his shoulder as Tony thrusts into him.

It lasts forever. He knows neither of them are enjoying it. But Peter knows why Tony's doing this. Knows why he chose to do it instead of letting Ronan.

And Peter can't help but love him for it. But he hates him too. Hates that the two of them are in this position.

Mostly he hates himself. He should've listened when Tony told him to go home. If he had just stayed on the bus, Tony and Dr. Strange might've gotten away.

"I'm so so sorry, Peter," Tony whispered against Peter's ear. He sounded wrecked, broken and disgusted with himself.

Peter whimpers against his shoulder as he's fucked into the cold floor.

"Its okay," he manages through his crying. "Its okay, its okay."

Tony just shakes his head, exhaling wetly against him.

Peter feels his balls tighten up, and he hates himself. He sobs and closes his eyes, hiding his face against Tony seconds before he cums.

"Shh, shh," Tony hushes, holding Peter tight. "I've got you."

But Peter knows he doesn't. Not really. He's just as defenseless as Peter is. They're trapped in space with aliens just slightly less villainous than Thanos himself.

He has to bite back a mewling sob as Tony cums moments later, painting Peter's inner walls in warm semen.

He doesn't stay attached to Peter for longer than needed. Peter's boxers are pulled back on and then Tony is pulling Peter into a seated position.

"There, you happy?" Tony snapped, hugging Peter to his chest. Peter trembles against him, burying his face in Tony's track suit.

"Very," Ronan hums. "Take them back to their cages. I might want to play with them a little later."

Peter can't stop crying when they're locked in their small four by four cage. Hes leaning against the bars, knees drawn up and arms holding his legs tightly.

Tony's on the other side, putting as much distance between them as possible.

Stephen and Quill's cage is still empty to the left of them, but to the right, Drax and Mantis sit. Peter can't even look at them.

Can't look at Tony.

He tucks his face into his knees and lets the sobs wrack his body, shoulders shaking with each shuddering breath.

#marvel #tony stark #peter parker #starker #ironman #spiderman #my writing #ao3 #sfsummerbingo21 #nff

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punkscowardschampions · 4 years

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Ali & Ronnie

Ali: [The day of but later] Ali: I convinced that man not to press charges or anything, the one that got involved Ali: so you don't need to worry about that Ronnie: wasnt Ronnie: tell someone who is Ali: 'course Ali: talking isn't the most useful thing for me to do right now so I'll pass Ronnie: go be useful then little girl Ali: I'm sorry he brought you Ali: that's fucked up Ronnie: course you are Ronnie: youre all well sorry now like Ali: For you, not myself, or ourselves Ronnie: no shit pity works with the rest of your brothers and sisters Ronnie: youre fucked up Ali: How so? Ronnie: show and tells over Ali: I hope it made you feel better Ronnie: bullshit Ronnie: none of you give a fuck how I feel Ali: yeah I do Ronnie: wheres it been Ali: you're meant to wait for the kid to make the first move, that's rule #1 Ronnie: if you wanna play by the rules Ali: so I've lost points, that's fine Ali: you don't want us to care, right? Ronnie: the way your family is im almost old enough to be your ma Ronnie: bit fucking late yeah Ali: You do have a solid decade on her, yeah Ali: I'm a late bloomer, clearly Ronnie: ill leave it to her to be proud Ali: a big ask, but I'll survive without Ronnie: like I said Ronnie: fucked Ali: Yeah, a fair bit Ali: nothing to shout about, or that hasn't been now Ronnie: you wanted a first move Ali: It was a choice Ronnie: nah Ronnie: a reaction Ali: That too Ali: like I said, hope it was what you needed it to be? Ronnie: ask him Ali: you just did it for Joe? Ronnie: why else Ronnie: none of you mean shit to me Ali: but he does, yeah Ronnie: connect the dots Ronnie: I bothered to carve each one out Ali: I can tell he loves you Ali: do you love him Ronnie: hes that fucking soft Ali: you do Ali: alright, that's something Ronnie: fuck you youve known him all your life and you dont Ronnie: theres no telling me how I feel Ali: I don't know him or I don't love him? Ronnie: have it both ways Ronnie: he tells it either way Ali: I probably don't know him now Ali: I'll allow that Ali: that's how he wants it so you don't have to defend him like I'm saying I do Ali: or that I'll force it, when he's been so clear Ronnie: hes the last person I can be arsed to defend Ronnie: but no shit he gets everything he wants Ali: What were you after Ali: we disown him Ali: or strongarm him into rehab and therapy Ronnie: yeah Ive got everything crossed for sobriety Ronnie: fucks sake Ali: disowning then, he's done it to us Ali: it won't happen the other way 'round, sorry to say Ronnie: give him your fucking sorry Ronnie: he was the one begging me to ruin it all Ali: close enough that he should still be happy Ali: I'm not sorry for him Ali: I already said, he shouldn't have used you like that Ronnie: thats what happens theres no fucking 💘 and 🥀 Ali: no one deserves that Ronnie: I am no one Ali: You aren't Ali: don't have to be Ronnie: people like their junkies part time or useful or repentant Ronnie: fuck that Ali: that's not your whole gig Ronnie: you don't know shit Ronnie: youre not under my skin or in my head Ali: I know enough to know that's bullshit Ali: if anyone was just their addictions and vices, you wouldn't need them Ronnie: yeah youre the smart one Ronnie: he told me Ali: He's the one at the fancy arts school Ali: how does he reconcile that with being the junkie one Ronnie: youre 16 theres no uni thatd take you yet Ronnie: happy birthday for whenever the fuck it was Ali: Thanks Ali: about a month ago Ali: extend the invite next time Ronnie: dont Ronnie: I wont show Ali: you haven't heard how great my parties are yet Ronnie: I aint a childrens entertainer Ali: be cool if you were Ali: have a heart attack when you showed up Ronnie: next time I need a few quid ill try and remember Ronnie: make you proud of me Ali: probably leave that to Joe, and your friends and fam Ali: but I know how to make balloon animals so hmu Ronnie: course you do Ronnie: youre the target market for hippy crack Ali: awh Ali: how true Ronnie: no shit Ronnie: how long you been in the youngest ones adhd meds Ali: not really my thing Ali: need to calm my brain, not stimulate it harder Ronnie: 💔 Ali: how'd you know about that Ali: doesn't seem like the sort of pillowtalk he'd be about Ronnie: i was in care i know what an kid with adhd looks like Ronnie: and theyve tried to diagnose me as everything but a west little bastard Ali: he's shit scared right now Ronnie: be fucked if he werent Ali: yeah Ali: he doesn't really know Joe Ali: was like 4 when he went to Uni so Ali: proper boogeyman shit Ronnie: mckenna will love that Ronnie: real boner for the misery Ali: someone should get something out of it Ali: he can pay for his therapy later Ali: more meds, whatever Ronnie: ill tell him to put in his will Ali: try not to die Ronnie: itd be the ultimate misery boner Ronnie: why should he stop getting what he wants now Ali: yeah, you do love him Ali: but hate him too Ronnie: 💘🥀 Ali: Is he worth it? Ronnie: youre describing freckles and the princess you know that yeah Ronnie: me and her dont share every dysfunction Ali: Nah, they don't hate each other Ali: loads of other stuff, people Ali: very them vs everyone Ronnie: she hates that she needs him Ronnie: that he makes her soft Ronnie: close enough Ali: You reckon? Ali: Hmm Ronnie: first rule of tortured kids club Ali: it's why she loves him too Ali: you'd understand if her sister had been there Ali: she's got no one to make her soft, I tried but Ronnie: gutted she werent there then Ali: you wouldn't like her any more than she'd like you Ali: it'd be fitting, but no fun Ronnie: thats the fun Ronnie: I hate you all Ali: I see the appeal Ronnie: have a go Ronnie: hate me Ali: I see your appeal Ali: why would I hate you? Ali: Fraze does and he's having the least fun of all Ronnie: you see what you fucking wanna Ronnie: youd have to know me to know if I had any appeal Ali: Then I'm a spoilt hippy brat, as you like it Ali: you'd have to do worse for me to hate you Ali: not my MO Ronnie: not wasting another flight on it Ronnie: kill your own ma Ali: then I'm good for it Ali: sorry again Ali: you did what you set out to do, making me 💔 wasn't part of it Ronnie: stop fucking apologising Ali: it offends you? Ronnie: I did what mckenna cant do for his fucking self being a useless pussy from cradle to grave Ronnie: he is under my skin and in my veins like it or not Ali: yeah, and my apology is worth a damn when you've got problems that big Ali: alright, I won't say it no more Ronnie: if it was for me Id have done it at 10 14 fucking 18 even Ali: 'course, you got fucked over at birth Ali: no other straws needed Ali: his is more of a slowburn of bullshit Ronnie: yeah Ali: I don't know what he's told you, or how much you care about it Ali: but they've always been like it, Fraze too Ali: we have no idea and they went through so much more Ali: but Joe's only got 5 on me, so that says all you really need to know Ronnie: thats lads for you Ronnie: cant handle any pain unless they glorify it Ali: or co-opt it Ali: if you don't wanna be like them, tell him to get his own Ronnie: Im not like them thats why he likes me Ronnie: it aint my winning smile Ronnie: helps that I look like you and your ma course hes that sick Ali: He's hated them both ever since Bea came around, then when we moved her, like it was for her Ali: he's spoilt, like you said Ali: but I really think he is sick, too Ronnie: no shit Ronnie: were both sick Ali: yeah Ali: maybe you'll wanna get help someday Ronnie: for what Ronnie: theres no happy ever after here Ali: to not be sick Ronnie: nice try little girl Ronnie: not gonna get cured Ali: yeah, well has to seem better than sick Ali: that's a big ask Ali: I can't imagine not getting to do the drugs I do, and that's everyone Ronnie: it's like being in a relationship yeah sometimes it makes you feel good sometimes it dont Ronnie: cant fix shit though Ronnie: the rots too deep and its already set in Ronnie: long before I took a hit Ali: That's medication for you Ronnie: thats pain for you Ali: Yeah Ronnie: if I cant cut it out Ill cut her out of me Ronnie: her face outta mine Ali: It's DNA Ali: everything and nothing Ronnie: if she's in my blood ill spill it all Ronnie: theres fuck all point keeping it on the inside Ali: It's a waste of you Ali: the you that ain't her Ronnie: I am the waste Ronnie: ive had enough kids scraped out of me it aint hard Ali: She believed in the happily ever after you don't Ali: more fool her Ronnie: she got it Ali: she wanted it with you Ronnie: bullshit Ali: She did, she loved your biological dad, basically as many years as she'd been about Ali: she didn't just not get an abortion because she was scared Ronnie: she wanted it with him then Ronnie: I was along for the ride til I got dumped out Ronnie: if she wanted me id fucking be there Ali: she could've tried Ali: yeah Ali: you would've got taken away though Ronnie: so what Ali: just that, she wasn't allowed to keep you, she was a 14 year old with no parent, they'd have separated you and put you into different care homes Ali: happened to her friend Ronnie: I was a 14 year old with no parents either Ronnie: and a 4 year old Ronnie: 4 months Ronnie: however the fuck far back you wanna go Ronnie: I still found ways to get shit that I wanted Ali: Yeah, I know Ali: you had enough to eat and a bed with a roof over your head Ali: you wouldn't have if you'd had her, if that was even possible, somehow Ronnie: no I fucking didnt Ronnie: not always Ali: if you were in a home Ali: more than a squat where no fucker pays the bills or gets groceries over smack, you know the situation Ronnie: I know it helps her sleep at night Ronnie: this story Ali: you don't have to add it to your narrative if it fucks with your peace Ali: ask Joe Ali: if he reckons he remembers everything back in Liverpool, he'll remember Ronnie: I dont need to ask him cos his story is that she blinked and her life was so fucking sorted that she pushed a shit ton more kids out Ronnie: where the fuck was I Ronnie: nowhere Ronnie: youre my fucking replacement is why Ali: she could've got you when she got Bea and Ro Ali: I don't know how old you were then, 13? Ali: they might've said she was sorted enough, maybe Ali: it was more, this girl has been abused and you're a friend she trusts who is willing to foster her so let's shove her at you and get her out, it wasn't happy families Ronnie: no need when theres already loads of shiny white kids to mother and 2 less shiny to play saviour too Ali: I could ask Ali: I was a toddler, and it wasn't my bedtime story too, believe it or nah Ronnie: luck of the irish Ali: I'll take 50% Ronnie: her sob story is as fucking useless to me as mckennas misery boners are Ali: 💔 Ali: very convincing performance in that case Ronnie: fuck you Ali: why Ronnie: if you have to ask youre not listening Ali: I meant the part where you necked on with him Ronnie: why not Ali: 'cos his boners are a letdown, obvs Ronnie: I dont need him to make me feel good Ronnie: and he fucking wishes he could do as good of a job as the shit that does Ali: thank God Ronnie: he wanted the shock factor thats me baby Ali: assumed that was his intention Ali: he stopped showing up as himself ages ago though, that was, not more shocking but impactful, let's say Ali: if he wasn't so obviously out of it, he might've known that we knew Ronnie: he wanted to stop showing up full stop Ronnie: til he gets shipped back in a ⚰ Ronnie: and reckoned thatd be the final nail for you all us fucking Ali: and us younger ones are dramatic, hilarious Ali: who doesn't want to get away from home? Ali: Tommy has been since he was 11, Bea went to Cambridge, Ro will too, Fraze only didn't because Bea told him he wasn't allowed to follow her Ali: I'm planning on Singapore, myself Ronnie: hes too pussy to handle being away from me Ronnie: or what I get like when he isnt in my fucking face Ronnie: that bit wasnt about you lot as much like Ali: it's how it goes Ali: that's why people get knocked up, get married, get fabulous careers, so you can have an excuse for why you can't make this weekend, will try to pop in for this event but end up just sending a card Ali: it's weird it's you, of course, you're both sick, duh, but look at it objectively Ali: it's your version of 2.4 kids and a dog Ronnie: he dont want me to slit my own throat or anyone elses but his more fool him Ronnie: cant knock me up or marry me thank christ Ronnie: I like that the dog is smack thats well poetic Ali: I'll have a go at writing it Ali: if you want a null and void illegal wedding too, I'll write those vows and all Ronnie: ill stick it in a song if you want better than happy birthday Ronnie: fuck that i belong to no one Ronnie: theres loads more fun illegal shit to do Ali: you write songs too? Ali: just don't let Joe play cello on it Ali: if depression had a 🎵 Ronnie: id lose money if i begged with him Ronnie: fucking hell Ronnie: looks pathetic enough but thats all Ali: very child actor vibes, or rockstar's kid Ali: you had it all and you pissed it all the wall Ali: not here's a couple of quid for a warm cup of coffee and a sarnie, no Ronnie: i can see his face hearing that Ronnie: id have to take a brick to it Ali: yeah, he probably hates me Ali: not as much as Fraze, didn't have the toddler clout to make us move to Dublin, bit rude Ronnie: you're in his way Ali: of what Ronnie: 💉 Ali: that's his hangup Ali: like I said, no one is forcing him to do shit here Ali: guilt's part and parcel of 💚 and 💉 ain't it Ronnie: youre not telling me shit I dont know Ronnie: hes the one shitting himself hes gonna get chucked in rehab Ronnie: nobodys coming to take me nowhere Ali: I get it Ali: she's shit at turning up Ali: tell her to work on it Ronnie: do what you want Ronnie: far as sisterly advice what ive got is dont ask me for a shot unless youre after a habit Ali: lecturing ain't my gig rn, she loves a bit of it so honestly no need when her 🧠 will be full of the 💔 Ali: cheers, I'll stick to the just saying no of it all Ronnie: get the money up front when you are gigging Ronnie: and take care of the kid when you aint Ali: I will, I do Ali: he's got a few years to grow before I'm going anywhere Ronnie: yeah Ali: and my wife might stay and they're best friends Ronnie: she was the one trying to rival us for most high Ali: ✌💚💉 Ali: it was a party before you walked in Ali: which I'm aware was very much the idea Ali: can I give you a tattoo I'm good Ronnie: go ahead Ronnie: not gonna be here long like Ali: where do you wanna meet, my rig is way portable Ronnie: [a place nearby wherever they are cos god knows but I doubt Joe wants to see Ali and she aint gonna tell him that's where she's going LOL] Ali: 👍 Ali: about 25 on my 🚲 Ronnie: reckon i can stay alive til then

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phantomofsilence · 5 years

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Title: It's hard, but it's worth it.

Word count: 2188 words 11283 characters

Warning: None,really.Maybe some grammar mistakes?

A/N: I saw this gif and i had an idea. I got a little carried away thou. Gifs are not mine.

"How long has he been like this?" entering the room I looked over at sleeping Bucky and over exhausted Steve. Exhaling loudly, he closed his eyes rubbing them. Coming closer i nudged his shoulder handing him a cup of coffee.

"The same. Thank you." Besides a little bruise under his eye, Bucky looked as if he was just sleeping and not in a coma for the past three days.

"He's strong, you know that, Steve it's just taking him longer to heal. You heard Shury. He just needs time."

Convincing others he's going to be okay was a piece of cake, but convincing myself now that's another story. God i miss him so much. I'd give anything just so he opens his beautiful eyes.

Neither Steve nor me slept since he fell into coma, we convinced ourselves that watching over him somehow kept him alive. Even when i tried to get some shut eye i couldn't,the bed felt wrong, to spacious, to lonely.

"Steve, you're a mess. Go rest. I'll stay with him." turning towards me he opened his mouth to speak, i guess to argue with me but last minute decided against it and closed them nodding in agreement.

"Call me if there are any changes or you need rest. You hear me. Don't hesitate to call me." He squeezed my shoulder and turned to leave. "Thank you, Steve." he stopped at the door, but didn't turn around. "You know he made me promise if anything happened to him I'd have to take care of you."

His words surprised me, Bucky wanted him to take care of me? Now that made me miss him even more than i thought possible. Gazing at him with tears slowly filling my eyes i took my index finger and ran it genly down his left cheek.

"He did?" I chuckled shaking my head trying to stop myself from crying. Steve chuckled as well seemingly remembering their conversation.

"Yeah, he said you listen carefuly. If something happens to me, you take care of my girl, you hear me punk."

Tears now freely fell down my face while i laughed. It's like i could hear him say that.

" Still, you didn't have to be here here for me the way you were for that past three days. I know we never talked much before this, but in this short time that i got to know you, i realised that you are the most stubborn, self sacrificing, dramatic, loyal and the best person i have ever had pleasure knowing. And i wanna thank you for everything. I mean it Steve. "

I hoped i could convey how grateful i was to this man before me. In this short period of time this man has become my world, i depended on him, and he depended on me.We fulfilled each other, when he stopped i pushes us forward, when i stopped he was there to catch me.

I know it hasn't been long, but when the person you love is hurt and there's nothing you can do to help them you can feel every second as it passes. The worst kind of torture is feeling helpless.

"And they say i'm the dramatic one." he gave me a smile and left, i understood the smile, it said thank you, i'm grateful for you to, you are my friend. I loved how he managed to say so much without having to say anything at all.

Oh my Bucky, i hope you're still in there. And i hope you're fighting to get back to me. I miss you. I love you.

I sat in the chair next to his bed, placed my hand over his and leaned into the chair resting my head and i closed my eyes. The warmth of his hand gave me comfort. I had to take what i could get.

This waiting game is like warfare, constant nerve wracking feeling in my gut. All i could do is stay strong for him and Steve, hold on to hope for as long as i could. I had to stay strong, giving myself an option to be week was not negotiable, i couldn't fail him or Steve.

It's hard, but it's worth it, it has to be.

For the next five days Steve and I exchanged shifts watching Bucky praying for any sign of progress.

Now you were sipping on your seventh coffee cup staring into one dot at the wall. Five minutes ago i chased Steve out of the room to take a shower and eat something.He didn't want to eat and although I got why, i made him go eat, i lost my appetite as well but we had to eat. Forced on not, food was food. And we needed it.

"Oh my God." Bucky groaned next to me and begrudgingly opened his eyes. The light bothered him.

"(Y/N)?" he said, his voice raspy from lack of use. "Yes, Bucky?" wait what? Bucky? Bucky's awake! Bucky's awake. Oh my God! I need to breath! Oh God, he's awake. "Bucky? Oh God please don't let this be a dream! If this is a dream it's too cruel. Bucky, please, say something, love." he looked at me with those baby blues and for a second i forgot how to breath.

Clearing his throat he gaze was set on me, oh how i missed the way he looked at me, it's as if i was the last drop of water and he was a man in a desert dying of thirst." Hey, doll. You missed me, baby?"

I felt so many emotions at the same time it rendered me speechless.All i could do was reach my hand towards his face caressing him softly.

With a small smile on my face i gazed at him lovingly, soaking him in. I was afraid to blink fearing i might break the spell and he'll disappear.

"Hey baby. Talk to me my love. Let me hear that sweet voice of yours." he whispered gently as if not to spook me, taking my hand in his, he squeezing it and said with a shaky voice. "Hey, i love you, my love. I thought I'd never see you again. You're my girl, you're my girl."

His words turned me into a mess, crying and shaking while squeezing his hand harder. "Bucky?" he smiled at me and bit his lip. "Yes, baby. What is it?"

Everything was suddenly too much, the way he was looking at me left me chasing my breath. I before i could think i said the first though that entered my mind. "You need a shower." at first he looked at me shocked before laughing wholeheathedly.

Before i knew i was laughing with him, it was one of those laughs you couldn't contain, one of those laughs that made your stomach hurt.

He brought the hand that he was holding to his lips and kissed it."Damn, doll, i think i ripped couple of my stitches, though i think i'll need a little more recovering to do before i can shower. I guiess you 'll have to put up with me like this a little longer."

I brought my other hand to wipe my eyes, i smiled shyly at him. "I'm sorry i don't know why i said that." he chuckled and kissed my hand again. "Oh, don't go shy on me now, doll. If you didn't ruin the moment like you always do, you wouldn't be my best girl."

Man, he always knew what to say and he was right i always had to ruin it. "It's annoying how well you know me." He grimaced and tried to cover it with a smile.But i noticed immediately. "Where does it hurt?" I asked but Bucky being Bucky tried to play it off as nothing. "Why? Are you gonna kiss it better?"but i wasn't falling for it." James, i'm serious. "sensing the urgency in the tone of my voice and the use of his first name made him realise i was woried and terrified for his well being.

" Don't panic, but I really think i pulled something when i laughed. "taking a deep breath i tried my hardest to look calm and collected. What now? Oh, right, Shury! I took the call button in my hand but before i could press it to notify someone, a lady doctor and two nurses walked into the room.

"As soon as Sargent Barnes woke up we were notified, but decided to give you two some privacy. Though now that needs to be cut short. If you could please wait outside, Miss (Y/N)." The doctor explained and i nodded and left the room giving Bucky a smile.

It's been twenty minutes since i was asked to leave the room. Every second I'd look over towards the door expecting someone to tell me what was wrong. I know that they are just doing their job and that i need to grateful, and i am but i am also worried. Please be okay.

Steve walked into the hallway disheveled, clearly he had been sleeping prior to this. He saw me and sat next to me bouncing knee.

"A hey, Steve! He's alive would have been nice, you know." I know the jab was on purpose but well meaning. "I'm sorry, i should have called you. I was just so happy that he was awake i didn't think about anything else." i still should have call him, i wasn't the only one worried about him, but I just forgot. "I know." that's another thing that made Steve so amazing, his understanding nature.

The doctor came out of the room along with the nurses, their expressions unreadable which made me worry. " You can relax, Miss (Y/N). Sargent Barnes is stable, he heals faster than a normal human being so the recovery should pass without a glitch. But. "I knew there had to be a but. Why is there always a but? " Sergeant Barnes needs rest and a peaceful environment,so nothing to dramatic. "like with everything when it gets to real i have to make a joke. "Alright, well then Steve, he'll see you when he recovers." he gave me a look of confusion.

"But why?" he asked with a small voice. "Well you heard the doctor , she said nothing dramatic."

"You know what, (Y/N)." before he could finish i cut him of. "Go." I pointed towards the room. "What?" he asked. "Go, see him. I'll wait here, and remember nothing to dramatic. I know it's hard since it's you, but hang in there."

"You just can't do something sweet and not ruin it with words." he smirked at me, got up and moved towards the door. "No, not really that's not my style." he chuckled and disappeared as he stepped into the room.the doctor moved to leave. "Wait. Thank you." she turned and nodded. "It was my pleasure."

Ten minutes later Steve stuck his head out of the room. "He's asking for you." Standing up and stretching my legs i entered the room. Both men smiled at me and i couldn't help but smile back at them. Steve gave me a side hug and kissed my forehead mumbling about giving us some time alone.

"Hi." I said,weirdly now i felt nervous to be alone with him and he could sense it. "Hey. I hope my confession isn't the reason you are so freaked out." He said half joking, half being serious. "No, it's not that. I don't know why i am so nervous. "he visibly relaxed after my reply." Well i am glad that i can still make you nervous."of course he wouldn't be James Buchanan Barnes if he didn't try to lighten the mood. And i loved him for it.

"Come here, doll." he moved a little wincing while trying to make room for me so i could seat near him on the bed.

Carefully i sat next to him, i didn't want to accidentally push him. "James." I said. "Yeah?" It was now or never, while i wanted for him to wake up i realised i never said it, and i might not get to chance to ever say it, And that thought alone made me feel even worse. Here goes nothing.

"I love you, James Buchanan Barnes. I love you." He looked up at me as if he couldn't believe that i said it and it just made me feel more stupid for not saying it sonner."Say it again." he pleaded. "I love you." grinning like a cheshire cat he replied."Again, please." now i was also smiling, i looked down in embarrassment. "I love you." this time i said it, i felt myself blushing. God what was wrong with me?

"Again?" deciding to tease him a bit i gave him a smirk and said. "If this is gonna be a recurring thing maybe i shouldn't have said it." rolling his eyes at me with a smile on his face he said. "See, here you go again ruining the moment." I giggled at his statement.

"Say it again."

"I love you James Buchanan Barnes."

"Again."

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Chapter One// The Mikaelson Family

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The story of the Mikaelson’s was one of tragedy, love, betrayal, happy, and family. Yet, it was always about family.

The Mikaelson’s were a happy family, at least that’s what the mother and father wanted people to think. The father never liked Rebekah and Niklaus Mikaelson. So, much he beat them.

Yet, no one could stop there father from hurting the Mikaelson twins. They were a disgrace to the Mikaelson name.

Niklaus and Rebekah had each other when it came to needing to be healed. Kol - the youngest of the Mikaelson's - looked up to the two, and Elijah - the second eldest - cared very much about them.

Then there was Finn the eldest of the Mikaelson children. He absolutely loathe his siblings, he thought they were below him, and it didn’t help that there mother and father favored him over the others.

Then 1911 came around. The twins were sixteen and Rebekah found out she was pregnant with child. The father being a local baker’s son.

Rebekah’s mother and father couldn’t have that disgrace in the family name. So, they faked it. They lied to the poor girl until the child was born. That was when the worst happened.

“One more push, Miss Mikaelson.” The midwife says to the young soon to be mother. Rebekah’s screams filled the room. Kol and Niklaus on either side of the girl.

“Come on, Bekah. Soon you will have that beautiful child in your arms.” Niklaus says kissing his sister’s head. He to was very excited to see his niece or nephew. “It hurts Nik.” Rebekah cries.

“It’ll soon be over, Bekah. I promise.” Nik says softly. The girl nods and give one final push, and squeezed her two brother’s hands. But the boy’s pushed through that pain especially when they heard a beautiful cry of the child.

“It’s a boy.” The midwife smiles, handing the baby to the nurse to clean him off. “A boy.” Rebekah gasps with tears in her eyes. She saw this baby as a new beginning.

“What’s his name?” Kol asks. He was only fourteen, yet he act just like his older siblings. Very mature and childish at the same time. “Theseus. Theseus Mikaelson.” Rebekah smiles at her younger brother.

“Sounds like a king if I’ve ever heard one.” Nik smirks, happy to see a smile on his sister’s face. “May I hold him?” Rebekah asks softly.

“Of course, miss.” The nurse smiles. Then suddenly there were men in the room. Two holding Kol and two hold Nik, and one held Rebekah down on the bed.

The three Mikaelson’s yelled, struggling to get free and cried out questioning what was happening. Then they saw their mother taking the new born baby. “No.” Rebekah gasps getting her brother’s attention.

“You are not fit to be a mother.” The woman say to her daughter, as she held the baby and smiled down at him. “I haven’t even held him, mother. How do you know I will not be a fit mother?” Rebekah questions with tears in her eyes.

“You had him out of wedlock. He is a bastard child now. That was your first mistake.” The woman says then walks out the room. “No! Please, mother! Please!”

Screams filled the home from not just the child but Rebekah as well. Nik and Kol were let go and the midwife and nurse was rushed out of the room and the door was locked. Klaus and Kol were the only ones to comfort the girl. Elijah just stood outside the room in shock that there mother and father could do such a thing.

The following days the three younger Mikaelson’s didn’t leave the room, even when the door was unlocked. Kol only left to get food from Elijah. None of the three could face their mother and father without wishing to lash out.

“I want them dead, Nik.” Rebekah says with her head on his lap. “One day, sister. I promise you.” Nik says strongly. There hate towards their mother and father had increased since the birth of Theseus Mikaelson.

“Why not now?” Kol says coming into the room. Rebekah sits up. “You’re to young, Kol. To be thinking of such things.”

Kol makes a face of disgust when hearing that. “They have hurt you. I don’t care how young I am, Bekah. And what a should and shouldn’t be thinking about.”

“Well I care that you are so young, Kol.” Rebekah says pulling the boy to sit beside her on the bed “I care that you are supposed to be a child. Just because I had a child and had to grow up doesn’t mean you have to as well, brother.”

“They’ve hurt you, Rebekah. I can grow up and hate them all I want.”

This was the three Mikaelson’s reason or big bang if you will. The time they came together as one.

Rebekah shares a smirk with Klaus. “Off with their heads then, brothers.”

• • • • • •

It was 1914. Finn and Elijah were off helping with the war to please there father. The three younger Mikaelson’s began to please their parents while semi-replacing their older brothers. Even going as far as to help the family betting shop.

One day, Kol came across a couple papers when he was working in his father's office. They were the twins birth papers. They didn’t have their father’s name on the documents like the others. Only there mother’s signature.

“Kol. Are you done? It’s time to go home.” Rebekah says knocking on the door. “Bekah.” Kol says in shock, still not looking up from the papers.

Rebekah moves towards her brother. “What is it?”

“Here.” Kol hands the girl the papers.

The blonde takes the papers thinking he just had a question about something then notices that it was her birth papers along with Nik’s. “Why isn’t father’s name on here?”

“I don’t know, Bekah.” Kol shakes his head. Suddenly the doors to the office slam open. “What’s going on in here?” There father says angily.

“What is this?” Rebekah says with teary eyes. Nik stood behind there father, then walked towards his sister and brother seeing the papers.

“I thought it was obvious you weren’t mine.” The man says lighting a cigar. “Then why torture us?” Rebekah says with a broken sob.

“Those around us couldn’t know your mother was a harlot and the two of you were bastards. Bad for business.”

“All to please those around us?” Nik says looking at the man with disgust. “Where’s our real father?” Rebekah says holding her twins hand.

“Six feet under.” The man grunts. “Why?” Bekah gasps.

“A waste of space really.”

“You bastard.” Bekah says with disgust.

The twins glare at the man with disgust as Kol was still trying to wrap his head around the entire situation. Everything was happening so fast, his father threw Rebekah to the ground a gunshot following.

Rebekah was in shock seeing her father’s falls to the ground in front of her; dead, and Nik holding the gun with shaky hands.

“Nik.” Rebekah stands pushing the gun to the ground. “He was going to hurt you, Rebekah.” Nik says with teary eyes.

“I know. You saved me. You saved me, Nik. It’s alright.” Rebekah hugs the man. “Mother’s next.” Kol says glaring at the man they called a father.

“In time, Kol.” Rebekah whispers.

In time, indeed. There mother was found dead the following morning by the hands of Rebekah. And soon the family betting shop was burned down by Kol.

Nik, followed his brother’s in fighting in the war. Rebekah and Kol stayed behind taking care of any loose ends when it came to their parents deaths. During the war, Rebekah made the Mikaelson one to fear.

The name Rebekah Mikaelson was held respect in all the right places. She loved the feeling of men and woman fearing her. At least those that stayed during the war.

Then came a telegram bearing news.

Rebekah and Kol got news of Finn's death, yet they didn't feel grief only relief. She could have cared less, really. But when she got the news that Niklaus and Elijah were coming home she was overjoyed as was Kol. What a man he has become while his brother’s were gone. Taking care of Rebekah as his brothers ask even though she didn’t need taking care of.

"Nik!" Rebekah yells to the man. She and Kol were at the train station waiting for there brothers. "How I've missed you." Nik sighs hugging his sister, then Kol.

"And Lijah?" Kol asks. "He doesn't wish to come home. Perhaps he's not ready." Nik sighs.

"Not ready? What about family?" Rebekah asks with wide eyes. Before Niklaus could say a thing a man called out to them. "Miss Mikaelson."

"Yes, James?" Rebekah turns to the soldier. "Your cab is here."

"Right. Take his bag will you, James?" Rebekah motions to the bag Nik held. The man does as told taking Nik be surprise. But Rebekah just leads her brothers towards the cab that would take them to the new home Rebekah had built.

That was when Niklaus notice the clothes the two wore. They were very flashy, clean, and classy something the man could only hope to wear. "Who's he?"

Rebekah smirks. "He works for me, Nik. I made you a promise when you left and I intended on keeping that promise."

"Since when?" Nik asks, and his brother chuckles answering the blonde man. "You've been at war for almost four years, brother. We had to do something to not only survive but to amuse ourselves."

"I've created an empire, brother. And with the help of you and Kol we can make it an even larger one." Rebekah smiles. James opened the door for the Mikaelson's, letting them into the cab.

"So, what do you say, brother? Care to join in on the fun?" Rebekah asks. "When do I start?" Klaus smirks.

#adashelby #family #familybusiness #familysecrets #houseofcards #mikaelson #motherslove #peakyblinders #polly #queen #queenofhearts #shelby #thomasshelby #tommyshelby

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No I didn't think it was about justice :). "To forgive and rehabilitate" may just not be a choice in his case, but to love still could. A friend of mine keeps thinking Warrick a traitor of humanity, so to speak, when he loves Toreth (like in "Helen"); I keep admiring him for the continued surplus of kindness. Sorry for naive questions. I actually think Warrick will run out eventually, because he's not superhuman. Scary thought.

Except I think it is exactly the same thing. If we can’t see the complexity of humans, we dehumanize them. Toreth causes a lot of pain, and some joy.

Until “First against the wall”, he is a cog in a bigger machine. Many of us would avoid doing his job, but he has few actual alternatives, none of them serving a cause that could be defined “good” (A bodyguard to corporates? A sab?)

There could be a case for refusing to do “the dirty work” - if we all objected, no one would - but more often than not, most people think this sort of thing “must be done”, but wouldn’t want to get their own hands dirty. (For example, think of the many people who wouldn’t work in a slaughterhouse, but aren’t vegetarian).

Starting “First against the wall”, I can see a case for Toreth as holding personal responsibility - but even then, it could be argued that he tried to make the system more humane (for his own reasons, admittedly, and yet).

Yes, he breaks his own P&P - but higher ups approve of it. And according to B-C, many others find ways around it.

The thing is, for me, the real heart of the matter is - in real life, people who led much worse things, who killed millions, who led wars and genocides - were still loved by family and partners. Still showed kindness, still had a soft side.

Does it mean we have to forgive them? Of course not.

Does it mean they shouldn’t pay a price? Of course they should.

What it means, though, is that to understand evil, we must accept it is not outside of ourselves. That we can’t just shun it by killing or imprisoning or just not talking to people who do evil. That the only way to overcome evil is education, and courage, and compassion. Standing up for the persecuted, seeing the humanity of others, and supporting the change we want to see in the world.

Who has responsibility over atrocities? Those who plan them, those who preform them, those who quietly support them, but also those who say nothing, who do nothing.

In a totalitarian regime, saying something is a big risk. Tarin takes that risk. Warrick avoids it. Were Warrick to talk Toreth into moving to the private sector, would that serve any purpose? I&I would still be running - Warrick would have an easier feeling about his partner, but would also have less protection from his own rash actions.

And this is what the series is about, I think. When doing the moral thing entails a great risk, what would you do? If you could end up bringing the velvet revolution, or a violent era of terror, or end up dying for nothing, like the students of Tienanmen square - and you can’t know which one will be it?

Would you take the risks Tarin takes? Or would you just twist your nose like Dillian, not wanting to be too aware of it, because you know you won’t take that risk?

Honestly, I respect Tarin, and I respect Warrick. Both acknowledge the situation and pick their actions accordingly. Dillian doesn’t want to think of a rotten system, so it’s easiest to place the blame on individuals. I’m not buying into that.

If the system wouldn’t want Toreth to torture - or the rest of I&I to find substitute methods of abuse and sleep deprivation - no one in I&I would do it. (They’re actually afraid of Justice, for crying out loud). As long as the system supports it, fighting the individuals is futile. That’s why “the unrest” was (somewhat) effective - it didn’t target Int-sec employees at home, it targeted I&I itself.

Now, I’m not saying anyone should date, or be friends with, people they find reprehensible - I don’t, either. But I do think targeting individuals is not effective, and not a moral imperative.

#asks #relative morality #Warrick #Dillian #Tarin #The administration series #Manna Francis

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