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Code Blue - Ch. 7 "Laid To Rest"

Summary: Jason's funeral takes place. A painful memory is relived. David is there to help Josie through the day. The after gathering receives an unexpected visitor which doesn't end well.

*Warning* Funeral scene, angst, language

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Salem, Massachusetts

February 9, 2023

Chapter characters: Josie, Jason, David, Lee, Amy, Emily, Britt

It was the day of Jason's funeral and you were in a complete disarray about every single thing on top of being irritable as hell with your anxiety. You dreamt of the explosion again and woke up sweating and silently screamed into your pillow so your mom wouldn't hear. You gripped the pillow so tight, pretending it was Lee.

Not to mention you were avoiding the determined detective who kept calling about getting your statement. The last thing you needed was reliving the nightmare of the explosion during this time, so you left him a voicemail and told him you would be in after the funeral sometime and to leave you alone. Then there was Lee....intrusive thoughts of him constantly.....feeling guilty for abandoning him, yet still angry and hurt over what happened. At least he had respected your wishes as you had not heard a single peep from him in the past five days.

You laid in bed for awhile reading through the fun texts you and Lee shared last week....and the you began typing a reply.

"Lee...it's Jo...I just wanted to say I am ok. I hope you are too and..."

You immediately deleted it and cried. Besides, if you had stupidly sent the pathetic text, he wouldn't have received it anyways since he now had another phone. You wondered if he even remembered your number....and if he was thinking about you too.

'Jason!" you cried and planted your face back into the pillow. The last memory you had of your brother played like a movie in your mind. It was just hours before the blast.

"Hey...got your message to meet you here."

"Hey, have a seat. You alright?"

"Yeah"

"You don't look fine Jo."

"Um I haven't been sleeping a lot. So...why am I here? Is something wrong?""

"I want to talk about my funeral arrangements if something ever happens to me...for mom's sake..and yours."

"You asked me here to talk about your funeral? Why are you talking like this Jay? Is something going down?

"That's not important. I just want you to promise me something."

"Ok??"

"I don't want you or mom to dress in some stupid tradition of all black with veils and sunglasses."

"You're kidding right? This is what you want to talk about? What I am supposed to wear to your supposable funeral? Jason March, what the fuck is going on?"

"Nothing Jo...I just want you to promise me that, that you'll put on some bling or something...and make mom do it too."

"Why not? That's all you wear?? Why couldn't we do that to honor you...IF you died?"

Jason Morgan March who solely went by Jason Morgan, had his own personal trademark consisting of a black tee, jeans, and a black leather coat who rode a Harley. He was 5'11, had striking blue eyes and spiked dirty blonde hair and was often referred to as stone cold by a mutual friend of yours and his, Spinelli, a computer genius with impressive hacking skills. Some might have thought the nickname was in reference to the professional wrestler Stone Cold Austin because Jason was brawny just like him and could kick anyone's ass without even flinching, but that wasn't why he earned that title. Jason truly could be stone cold. He had to be in his line of work. he didn't show much personality or feelings, unless it was with his close friends and loved ones, especially you, his baby sister.

"Come on Jo...can't you ever do anything I ask?"

"I think you know the answer to that. Now how about you tell me the truth? Something is happening and you feel like you might die. What has Sonny gotten you into this time??"

"Jo...for fucks sake. I am just asking a simple request like any other person might do for their arrangements. You know I am a high risk for dying."

"Well you're not any other person! You're my brother and you're in a life of crime so of course I am going to think the worst here! Something is going to happen. I can see it in your eyes. Is that what this is about? Just say it..."

And then 4 hours later, your brother was dead and you were in the hospital.

You couldn't think about it anymore and went to shower.

As you were getting dressed, you thought about how this day was going to suck in more ways than one. Britta, your best friend who was in love with Jason, couldn't make it as her chief of staff position required her to be at the hospital, but she promised to be at the after gathering....Emily's flight in from Ireland was delayed so she probably wouldn't be here in time for the service...but at least David would be by your side. He always was when possible. You had even invited Orlando to the after gathering just to be nice since the two of you had been friendly texting for the past four days after you had been at his place to get your hand fixed up. You had removed the bandage as the purple and blue bruising was fading to a soft yellow and green that was barely visible and it didn't hurt so much anymore either, but you still kept ice on it to help with the minor swelling. The last thing you wanted was Dave asking questions because you could not lie to him...but you knew for Lee...you would.

There was a knock at your door. "Josie...it's me. Can I come in?"

"Yeah Dave...I'm almost ready."

You were all dolled up just like Jason had wanted you to be, wearing some gaudy sparkly necklace of your mothers that stood out like a sore thumb. You had gotten your mom to dress extra nice too, like Jason wanted but you didn't tell her why. She didn't need to know Jason had pretty much knew he was going to die and that you were honoring his preplanned wishes. Yourself, being as stubborn as you were, compromised your dress's colors, with the top being black and the skirt being white.

David knew Jason too and was well aware of his mob relations, but as you already knew, most people were. The two weren't friends for obvious reasons but stayed civil for you, just like Dave was only there today for you.

"Wow, look at you. Beautiful as always."

You giggled at his irrepressible facial reaction.

You instantly became emotional at the also beautiful 6'1 sight of him.

Stupidly, you forgot you were holding an ice pack on your hand and now were going to have to lie your best friend, something you never did.

"Josie, what happened? Are you alright?" he asked in alarm.

"Dave, calm down. I am fine. It's just a little skating mishap."

"Josie, you don't have skating mishaps. You're an expert. The only time you ever hurt yourself is off of the ice."

Damn it, he knew you too well and you were going to have to do better to convince him so he would just drop it as you certainly were not going to tell him you almost broke it on another man's face.

"Well I do when my mind is not in the right place. I was there last week and just wasn't paying attention and fell on a land. Satisfied now?"

Of course he wasn't. "Josie, it could be broken. You need to get it looked at because knowing you, you didn't."

"No, I didn't because I told you, I am fine. It doesn't hurt much anymore."

"I'll be the judge of that as I'm the doctor here. Now let me see."

You humored him until he was finally happy.

"Can we go now?"

You were frustrated and began to cry. Dave was one person you were comfortable with crying in front of.

"Hey...sweetheart. Come here."

He held you so lovingly as he kissed the top of your head.

"Jo...Dave...it's time to go." Margaret called up the stairs.

You and your mom rode with Dave to the church. Margaret March adored David as much as you did...well, you were certain you did much more. He always had your back on everything but you knew there would be the first exception if he knew about Lee. You had been in relationships while you knew Dave, so it wasn't like you were afraid of him knowing that...it was just the fact that the others didn't work with Dave like Lee does. You just didn't want to cause Lee any more problems, even if you never saw him again...

The first thing you did was walk up to his closed casket and look at the photos you picked out of him. Your mom was too upset to look through them all, so she had asked you to do it....as if it were any easier for you. Two of them you focused on. Jason and Britt, a picture you took of them at a happy time. He loved her too but pushed her away to keep her out of danger. Exactly what Lee was now doing with you as he felt he was the danger. The other photo was an old and rare photo of you and him as he hated having his picture taken. There was another of Jason and your mom in her younger days with blonde hair. It cracked you up that she always got on you for dying your red hair blonde when she in fact had done it.

Then you through all the flowers to see who had been nice enough to send some. Most of them were red roses and carnations, but one stuck out to you. Yellow carnations, daisies, roses and deep purple lilacs.

The card read "To Jo and the March family. My deepest sympathy condolences. Dr. Lee Pace."

Your heart sank as your throat began to close. All you could think of was how had revealed he was the doctor who treated Jason when he was brought in the night of the explosion and how he had obviously blamed himself for not being able to save your brother. If only he knew that you did not blame him, not even a little bit. Then you wondered if that was the reason he sent them, out of guilt or if it was because he was trying to make things up to you for what he did....possibly both you figured. The fact that he even bothered meant a lot to you...but it didn't fix things.

You then went back and sat between your mom and Dave, talking with him until the service began. Megan sat on the other side of your mother. It really bugged the hell out of you that she was there but she had no choice. Your mom made her.

"Did you see Britt before you came? How is she holding up? I feel so bad for her that she couldn't get out of working to come say goodbye to Jason."

"Yeah, I stopped at the hospital on my way to your place. You know my sister, tough as nails."

That Britt Westbourne certainly was, especially being there the night Jason was brought in, yet she still sat with you in the waiting room before your panic attack, to make sure you were alright. You never understood how these two doctors could do it. You had seen what these things had done to them. You had seen what it had done to Lee.

"Have you spoke to the detective yet?"

"No... and I don't want to speak about it with you either Dave. Not here ok?"

"I know Josie, but you're going to have to. He's been persistent. I'll go with you if you want."

"No...I will do it alright?" you huffed. You didn't want him involved in any way.

The funeral had ended and you all went to bury him and then back to the house for the after gathering. You quickly ran upstairs and changed out of the uncomfortable dress into casual clothing and unraveled your hair from the braid, letting it hang loosely, then went back to join everyone.

Nurse Amy, Britt and Emily had finally showed up and you sat with them, catching up on things.

"So! All for mom's Irish cocktails, say I."

Translation. Jameson whiskey and ginger ale. You planned on having many of them to drown out this day.

Dave was in the kitchen making them. He was one hell of a bartender and you planned on having him make his midnight margaritas later as well.

Suddenly Dave came in empty handed.

"Uh Josie, Britt, Amy...why is Dr. Pace standing in the front yard?"

Your head whipped around to him so fast, you felt it crack.

Lee stood there, staring at the house, contemplating on going up to the door, unaware he had already been seen from the kitchen window.

You rushed outside to find him in quite a disarray. It was pretty cold out and he was only wearing a dirtied tee with an opened button down shirt over top.

"Lee? What are you doing here??"

"Didn't you get my texts? I sent you many of them. I..I need to talk to you."

He was a mess. He didn't appear drunk or high, but just rough around the edges and anxious.

"Jesus, Lee. Respectfully, you look terrible...and no, I didn't see your texts. I haven't been on my phone much at all today. What is going on?"

"Can you come back to the house with me?"

His eyes were tear stained and red, driving a knife right through your heart.

"Lee...I can't leave. Today was Jason's funeral, everyone is here. I think you knew that though, since I received your flowers. Thank you for that by the way. They are beautiful. I..I brought them home with me. We...we can talk right here, but only for a few minutes, I need to get back inside and you need to go. It's cold and you shouldn't be here. What do you want to tell me?"

You were trying to be as nice as possible to him since he already appeared in a bad way, but you still felt bitterness over what happened.

"Jo....I...I'm sorry."

The look on his face was so sincere but you weren't ready to accept his apology, even though you deeply wanted to.

"Are...did I...hurt you? Jo...I...I would never..." He paused as he saw you holding your wrist to hide the bruising.

"Lee...I..I don't want to do this right now. I asked you, no I told you to leave me alone. I can't take this Lee."

"All I wanted was to talk to you. To tell you how horrible I feel. It's been 6 days Jo. I haven't asked you for anything except for this."

He was becoming upset and so were you.

"I made my boundaries clear and you aren't respecting them. My god Lee, I just buried my brother and you want to come here today of all days just to ease your own guilt."

His reaction told you he agreed with you.

Just then Dave came out and came to your side.

"Dr. Pace." he greeted Lee in a respectful but leery tone and put his arm around you. "Is everything alright here?"

"Dr. Conrad. I..I didn't know you knew Jo. Are...you two...together?" Lee asked in a hurt tone as his eyes studied Dave's grip on you.

You began to laugh as his unjustified curiosity infuriated you.

"Not that it's any of your business, but if you must know....yes...yes we are."

Dave's eyes widened, leaving him speechless as you put your arm around him too.

Lee's physical response was a mixture of shock and that of having his heart plucked clean from his chest.

Were you trying to hurt him like he had you? Had he not suffered enough? These thoughts instantly plagued your mind but your walls of steel were in full force.

"I'm gonna need you to back off and leave, now."

Lee gazed at you with saturated eyes and his lips slightly parted in disbelief, then walked away in a dazed trance without a word.

You immediately felt sick and ran off behind the house crying. What did you just do? It had just came out of you, the cruel and stone cold side like Jason was capable of. You didn't want this...not at all. Part of you wanted to race after him, throw your arms around him and tell him you didn't really want him to go.

You were losing air as Dave came running up.

"Hey...Josie...are you ok? What was that all about? Why was he here?"

"Dave...I...I can't...I just can't..." you gasped and cried.

He didn't even say a word, just laid his hand on your face, then hugged you.

"It's ok...I'm here. You don't have to tell me."

David already knew from what he just witnessed and from your reaction that you had it bad for the obviously reciprocating doting doctor. It broke his heart but all that mattered to him was your happiness, even if it meant it would never be with him.

You went back inside and headed for the kitchen, chugging down a straight shot of whiskey. There on the table, your phone sat as you stared at it, then out of curiosity, you read Lee's previous texts.

"Jo...it's me...Lee. I need to see you. Please text me back."

"Jo...will you please talk to me? Can I stop by for a minute?"

"Ok...I am just going to swing by real quick. I just...I need to talk to you. I know you told me to stay away...but I..I can't."

You stormed off into your room, slamming the door and covered your mouth to hide your breakdown. What was happening to you? Why did it hurt so much?

The doorbell rang and then a few minutes later, there was a knock on your door from Britt.

"Josie...Dr. Bloom is here that you invited."

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roobylavender · 10 months

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What do you think about the live disney princess movies? Like the beauty and the beast could’ve used separate actors for visual acting and the singing, Emma Watson was a bit dodgy idk. The music is toned down in the live action versions either by removing the songs or just being poorly done. Listening to some clips of the little mermaid 😘 hopefully I get around to seeing whole thing.

so when i was watching the live action beauty and the beast and lamenting the horrible music choices i had a mutual who actually linked me this video essay talking about live action disney's music choices in general and it was quite revealing, i highly recommend it. as for how i felt about the movie on a personal level.. i despised it lol. i think in my thread for rewatching all of these princess movies it took up the most space bc i had so many complaints 😭 here are a few summarized lol:

why i think the drop-off in disney live actions occurs after maleficent and cinderella is bc of the fact that these two were not originally musical movies. there were far less constraints present by which disney had to orient the original character arcs, and it gave the writers room to take the stories where they wanted to. the disney live actions after don't have this luxury bc almost all of them are based on films that were movie musicals in the first place. so you're essentially recreating a film almost letter for letter, while nonetheless trying to push it beyond those constraints, and it overall makes for a product that feels very.. awkward. not to mention the live action's music simply does not compare to the original's in any way, like adapting one of disney's best soundtracks ever was already going to be a hassle but they somehow managed to plummet even further below expectations with the end product

in that vein, i think what the live action beauty and the beast really suffers from is being both underwritten and overwritten. it's not willing to expand on the movie's original canon and instead creates new canon where it's not even necessary. for example: the live action cinderella expands on lady tremaine's cruelty and gives it a basis rather than making her into a randomly evil figure. comparatively, the live action beauty and the beast introduces lore as to how belle and the beast's mothers died and it's just.. not needed at all? they don't bond with each other over tragedy. they bond with each other over being outcasts who are misunderstood.

the live action also strips the original movie of all of its fun. there's no scene with belle's father chancing upon a moment of explosive genius, no maneuvering gaston out of the house into a pig puddle while the wedding band unceremoniously breaks into song. it's so lifeless as a movie bc there's only so much it can translate to a live action medium. this also applies to so much of the line delivery, which hardly feels theatrical anymore

the beast.. i'm so upset over how they revamped his character. there's so much deliberation and built up suspense in his original introduction to both maurice and belle that is simply lost in the adaptation. the beast's not an aggressor from the start, he prowls, he approaches slowly, bc he recognizes that he is viewed by others as a monster, bc he anticipates the rejection and fear. he's not actually an animal at heart in the original. he's the one who offers her a room, he's skeptical but quietly hopeful she might join him for dinner. the frustration only comes after bc it's paired with the despair and desperation of knowing that he may live like this forever. the live action carries none of that nuance. it paints him as an aggressor, as someone who doesn't even Want to treat her as anything more than a prisoner, and is forced into placating her by his servants. it completely fails to understand the beast wanted to break the spell, but he felt hopeless as to how

i respect that emma watson is a feminist but that really did not call for altering the entire script of a movie that was already fine and feminist in its own right lol.. like if i wanted to watch a movie about a man learning that it's not girly and cringe to read romeo and juliet i would peruse romance book twt like it was an entertainment channel. the beast's problem originally was that he had spent so long living as a beast he forgot how to live as a human. he forgot how to read bc in his mind no beast needs to learn how to read. to turn that portrayal of insecurity and shame into something about him not respecting shakespeare was just.. utterly stupid? and condescending?

all of this to say i wasn't really a fan of any of the live actions after maleficent and cinderella lol like obv each movie has its unique issues but they are in the same vein as this one's. except, lo and behold, the hype for the little mermaid was so highly anticipated ig that they decided to learn sense and actually put substantial effort into it. i really think it's the best live action disney adaptation thus far, there are so many things about it i love, not least of all the actually sensible feminist changes to the original script as compared to how beauty and the beast tried to recreate something as "feminist" that was already feminist in the first place. like there's no doubt about it, the original the little mermaid is very largely framed around ariel's desire to be with eric. but without giving away too many spoilers, the live action does such a marvelous job at reframing ariel's desire as one for the world, and in a way that really emphasizes on her conflict with triton. i do have a few minor complaints of the film but as a whole it's a really well done revamp that takes an originally very daring female protagonist and fleshes her out even more in the best way possible. eric is also given way more agency and personality so it really feels like you're watching the development of a romance between equals. i am absolutely sure you'll enjoy it when you watch it!

#outbox #this is so long.. the live action batb really instilled such hatred in my heart like omg what an atrocity

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ilyalljasonsandnon-jasonsthesame · 2 years

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Young Justice season 2

(The first ones won't be numbered either)

Ep 1

Damian?????

Forget it, it's Tim

Tim?????

So we're doing the skip Jason thing again, huh?

Or maybe he already died? But the math isn't right?????

What??? the??? fuck???? Care to explain???? Wtf is going on????

Oh, time skip. Ok.

Beast boy!!!!!! <33333

Eps idk

Ok???? Aqualad is bad????

WHERE TF ARE WALLY AND ARTEMIS ISTG IF THEY'RE DEAD

Connor and M'gan broke up oof

So we're once again ignoring Barbara's disability

Oof, Dick told Tim "don't die" three guesses why

Ohhhhh Aqualad's gf died :(((

Why is M'gan dating that guy?

Ep 3 i think (where the aliens explode)

Omg, Tim was involved in an explosion damnnn

Oof, Batman's coming

They don't look happy lol

Get reckt

Dick, you have no right looking at Tim like that

Lol, knew he couldn't be mad at him, like, that's literally what got you where you are my dude.

Lol, when you parallel this with that ep in s1 where every hero is checking on their sidekicks after the tornados thing and they had 1 sidekick each, you'll see things haven't changed much, they changed sidekicks and duos but they still have 1. And then there's Batman, who now has 3

Ep 6 (I don't remember if the roy thing goes in here but whatever)

Bart!!!!!! <333333

Trackers in the water? That's such a Batman thing to do

Roy :(

Omg Liannnnnn

Lol I love that baby

Ep 7

WALLY AND ARTEMIS!!!!! <33333 they're alive :)))))

Oh :(

OMG SHE (M'gan) DID WHAT????? OMFG

OH MY MOTHER FUCKING GOD HE KILLED HER AAAAHHHHHHHHH

Wally's not gonna be happy

Dick's boutta get reckt

Bitch

Bitches all of you

You do not get to play me like that

Ep 8 (first live-tweeted episode yay)

Oof, man, this show may not have Jason but this is exactly the father-son angst i signed up for

OMG THAT'S JASON

Ok, hold up, wait, I need a minute, wait, a moment pls, that's jason

:(((((((

Oof, I think the "people think I'm the same guy but with a different costume" may have hit close to home for tim

Oh God, Tim's looking up at Jason's memorial

Things boutta get angsty

LOL, batman has a lot of kids

I love you bart

Omg, Jade named Lian after her sister

AHHHGGGGGG I HATE SPORTSMASTER SO MF MUCH

Oof, I love the shade to his dad

Oof, get reckt

YOU GO ROY, KILL LUTHOR <33333

LOLLLL BLOW HIM UPPPP

Oh, I've got a feeling Kon and this girl may date in the near future

Icy bitch, you better not ruin the girls' party

LOLLLLLL I KNEW THE CAR WOULD EXPLODE. WAY TO GOOOOO!!!!!

Godddd what a bitch

Aaaaand he ruined the party

Get reckt lol

OHHHHH ARSENAL!!!!

STFU LUTHOR, you're embarrassing urself

OMG HE'S GONNA BLOW LUTHOR'S ARM OFF OH MY FUCKING GODDDDDD. GO AHEAD PLS

With his own merch 😭😭😭 Roy ur a genius mwah

BAHAHAHABAHAHAHA LEX "WHY THE VIOLENCE?" LUTHOR

Ahh shit

Revenge or satisfaction? Both. Both is good.

Ep 9

What is it with batkids and explosions?

Wallyyyyy, you're gonna create a misunderstanding

"StROng fAmILy TiEs" omg stfu Ra's

Ep 10

Ohhh shit

Ep 11

Ooooo she gon dump himmmm

Ep 12

Godddd they're grosss "sorry your daughter was killed, here's 20 bucks" 🤮🤮🤮

UGH slade

Idk which of them is worse

Batkids disappearing during conversations has got to be one of my favorite genders

Roy....

I'm in for making Luthor's life hell but not the right time

Ugh, idk why but I find black beetle soooo annoying like, joker kind of annoying. You're not funny, stop it.

THAT GUY HAS KIDS??????? IS THAT EVEN FUCKING LEGAL?????

Uh oh, he's gonna discover Aqualad's secret and then make him evil, isn't he? Shit

Friend or foe?

Friend :)

Ahhhh, he recognizes Kon as his grandson 🥰🥰🥰

Ep 13

YESSSSS GO ARTEMIS

UGHHHH really?

What a crappy comercial

Teach??? Teach what exactly???

Yeaahhh, hate to agree with slade but it is awkward

Mannnn the gatekeep part didn't work, huh dick?

Lol, I love Bart

Ep 14

Dude, I have a project that's worth my whole grade due in like 4 hours but I'm too hung up on this

YEAHHH YOU TELL HIM EDUARDO

Idk what she's saying but I like her energy

Yeaaaa, hate to agree but yeah. Guy's all red and firey, were you really trying to burn him?

Dude....

Hmmmmkayyy.... I think the scarab took control?????

OMFG AHHHHHHHGGGGGG FOR REALLL???????

Those kids aren't stupid, they would never go with luthor

Omg, seriously?

Ep 15

Bee and guardian are so cute <333

OMFG how the turntables

ROY YOU'RE GONNA DIE WTF

Ugh shit

Ep 16

UGH SHUT UP DIPSHIT

Ummm what if the camera had audio though?

Dude you broke him again 😭😭😭

But girlll what if there are cameras around?

I really don't know who I want to win here

PFAFAGAVABBABAHAHAHA HE'S BLESSED 😭😇🙏❤

Ooooooo Dick's mad

You're gonna get reckt pal

Ep 17

"THeiR oWn CrEAtioNs woRkIng AgAiNSt ThEm" projecting much, lex?

What's his plan? I'm kinda confused now

YOU KICK HIM??? LIKE THE FOOTBALL???

Tf???? I'm really lost here

Ohohohoooo yep, exactly. Luthor.

Poor kids tho

Ep 18

Pfffft those two still going

Weirdo...

She gon dump him now

I love jaime just mentally messing with them

SEE??? I TOLD Y'ALL KON WOULD END UP GOING OUT WITH THAT GIRL

Ok? So I think The Light is betraying The Reach

Ep 19

Shiiiittttt Ra's knowssss

Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit

AHHHHHHHH TRIPLE SHIT

It's over 😭😭😭

I really don't wanna see

This is bad

Fuck

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK

OMG

YOU'RE FUCKING KIDDING

THAT BETTER BE ANOTHER ONE OF THEM IN DISGUISE OR I SWEAR

What??? Won what??? Wtf

Bahahahaha omg they've been fucking playeddddd

WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK????????

Ladies and gentlemen, I've been played twice

So the bump was on purpose?

Say what you want but i love witchboy

I'd be like "OMFG HE KILLED RA'S" but I know he'll survive

AWWWWW WALLY AND BART <3333333

Ep 20

Ahhhh shit

I hate not being right :/

I hate that he's smart

Shiiitttt

Someone's gonna die here

I can smell it

Shit

Wally's gonna die

Shit

I know it

Wally don't push yourself :(((

Fuck

Ugh ofc it had to be Luthor

:((((((

Ohhhh fuck

#dc comics #young justice #young justice season 2

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marlaluster · 1 year

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All around the world same song: I continue with my serenade on the wonders of devil land with more fake pro devil land comments today....

Here in this post are more comments I've left on Instagram today that are along the lines I've been telling about here lately....

[On a recent post by Justin Bieber of a picture of himself and his wife I left this following comment.]

TWO LOVE BIRDS. I bet your TRUE LOVE would oulast a nuclear explosion. True love never dies, it multiplies. Here's to you continuing to have what it seems everyone would wish, but some only dream of. Living the dream are our stars. They are truly worthy of THE BEST in our amazing and wild world!

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[On another recent post by Justin Bieber with a pic of him and Hailey, I left the following comment. I noticed when I was going to put it here there was a typo in it, so I posted on a post on Bieber's page again on a post of a picture of Bieber and his wife in Japan on her birthday.]

What would become of this world without TRUE LOVE? True love must keep our world a perfect distance from the sun and with the resources needed to support life. Our science doesn't explain it that way, so it's questionable, but I bet TRUE LOVE does something to our world that cannot be denied! Good gosh, what a world it is!

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[The following comment I put on a recent Instagram post by Justin Bieber where he was saying Happy Birthday to Hailey Bieber. He said was "obsessed with everything about" her, so I commented on that.]

Obsessed? Why, of course you are, Justin Bieber! Gee wiz, you're such a 🔥🔥🔥 couple that is a LIGHT in our world! Illusions fall away in face of love that is as TRUE as yours! No smoke show could last with such TRUE LOVE present! I think you TWO wiped out all hopes for the Illuminati with your love!

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[On another recent Instagram post by Justin Bieber, I put this comment. I don't remember what the post was, but I think it was a picture of Bieber apparently at a restaurant with a giant fish head on the table.]

You (and all the stars) are SO WORTHY of all the things people would wish! That's why the masses supports them for you. TRUE talent is meant to be held up for all to see, not remain in the shadows! Gee whiz! You are creative genius PERSONFIED, that's why you WIN BIG in our world!

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[On a post by Justin Timberlake, which one I don't remember, I wrote this comment. It was probably a post where Timberlake was sharing a pic of him and Jessica Biel.]

May your TRUE and WILD LOVE endure the days, weeks, years… the end of the world. A wise person once said, "True love never dies." And you know what? (Wait for it.) I think the person knew something only QUALITY PEOPLE know. It takes all kinds…, but ONLY the best are worthy of ALL the things people would seem to wish! Many want, but not everybody gets and for GOOD REASON. You and your wifey are QUALITY and -- get this -- it shows! The last hurah is yours and NOT the haters! Go get em TIGER! Or should I say TIGERS?! LOL!

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[On a recent IG post by Justin Timberlake sharing a pic of the back of his two children at a piano, I wrote this comment.]

Your two favorites are ONLY to be seen by those worthy to see. But you have partially shared with all of us their persons and I am so grateful you felt moved to do so. We masses cannot see their faces, but we ALL KNOW -- who couldn't?! -- who they are is MOST CERTAINLY WORTHY of all the things a person would wish! As are all the stars who brighten our world with their contributions WHICH ARE WHAT MAKE THEM (AND THEIR LOVED ONES) WORTHY! Our world is AWESOME! Go get em TIGER(S), AND CUBS! LOL!

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[On an IG post by Justin Timberlake of him and his wife Jessica Biel where they were apparently in Paris I think at fashion week or something maybe, I wrote this comment. It was some kind of fashion post.]

You betta werk! Do your thing and make love to the camera! Two icons and QUALITY PEOPLE! How BOMB could two people be?! As BOMB as this COUPLE, that's how! LOL! Let's be real: Who is BOMB? Justin and… Jessica! AND not all royalty wears a crown. You two are OUR royalty just as much as those called "royals"! YOU and ALL the royals ROCK BIG TIME!!! There, I said it! THE TRUTH! This world CAN handle it because our world is TRUE and REAL!

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[On a post by Justin Timberlake with pictures of him in a 70s seeming look with his clothes and hairstyle and Jessica Biel present as well, I wrote this comment. In the caption, Timberlake said his belly and hair were fake, but his mustache was real.]

What else is REAL?! This couple, that's what! Go get em TIGER, or should I say TIGERS! You tha realest! LOL!

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[On a IG post by Justin Timberlake with a picture of Jessica Biel at the other end of a board game of some kind as she was apparently playing a game with Timberlake, I wrote this comment.]

This ain't a game! LOL! Jessica ain't no joke! But let's be real: we all win with QUALITY PEOPLE like you two at the top! Sittin on top of the world, you are, and it DON'T STOP! So AWESOME seeing you two shine bright like DIAMONDS in the sky!

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[On a post by Justin Timberlake where he had several pics of himself getting food at a food truck called "Slutty Vegan" apparently in Atlanta, I wrote this comment.]

Shut yo mouth! Who's talkin dirty?! Justin, that's who! I won't tell anyone. LOL! Good thing PRIVACY is mankind's middle name! We can't get enough a that sh*t.... CUZ IT'S DANG GOOD! Who among us would disagree? (*crickets chirping*)

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[On an IG post by Justin Timberlake sharing a video of him from many years ago in Virginia Beach before a major album of his came out, I wrote this comment.]

The talented among us are so IMPORTANT. Glad you made it, my friend. You deserve it all. And it looks like you're getting it. That's what's up. I'm telling the TRUTH.

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All Of The OC Questions For: Tony

| Oc questions

🩸 - Does your OC believe in blood being thicker than water? (meaning family relationships and loyalties are the most important)

"Blood is why I'm rich enough to replace every mug Thor smashes. The only good thing my dad did for me mind you. Mom though? she could have even adopted me and I know I would still revere her highly." When it comes to his family Tony is pretty open about the disdain toward his dad and his favoritism towards his mother. Which has impacted Tony on forming connections with others. Not to mention the only other person he trust so much in his life full-blown betrayed him? The Avengers may have been formed to solve a problem in the world but it's clear Tony cares about his teammates beyond being just like co-workers to him. Even if they could be standing on opposite viewpoints he'll be there for them because they have clearly given him something he always lacked and needed.

✂️ - What kind of thing would have your OC cut someone out of their life? How likely are they to let someone back in?

"OH I'll cut someone off for messing up my coffee order, I need the caffeine. I'm not here looking to switch to a decade because I've been getting my eight glasses of water purely as coffee."

Yeah, seeing how a lot of Ironman's villains are because of Tony being an arrogant jerk cutting people out isn't too hard for him. He can be petty enough to cut from people like family to him out for good reason to even Steve where the world is in danger and he doesn't wanna call them over a fight XD rip Steve when they have lover spats XD

🎭 - Does your OC show different sides of themselves to different people?

"hhm nah don't think so." In truth kind of. Tony is one of the heroes that not only doesn't do the secret identity thing, but he is very public about his Ironman stuff. He is overly flashy and whatnot. But when it comes to being Ironman he does have moments where he is being a hero not for the frame of it. Helping where it's not being reported, without his suit even, and even when he pretty dying he still pushes to try and help. Not many get to see this side of him since it's a very push-when-shove deal.

🩺 - Does your OC accept help easily? Are they willing to admit when they need help?

"I'm a genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, oh not to mention Ironman? what do I need help with? I mean maybe in a fight but that's it" Tony's a bit good about saying he needs help when it comes to the hero stuff working as a team is more effective after all. His pwn personal matters? not always guys nearly died over saying hey help me here, please. Nearly dying and being used to invent where he is seen as being untouchable can make it hard for him to say he needs some help at times.

💡 - How does your OC enact plans? Do they plan down to the smallest details, or do the wing it?

"I plan the major points more so over the smallest bits and leave some room for improv need be." Tony, doesn't plan out to the smallest detail but he goes more big picture his arrogance truly bites him in the ass on this since he overlooks things he shouldn't be. Since he is so sure of his own abilities he does plan to have to wing it at times since he knows a lot of time you can't predict outcomes but he tried to be prepared.

🌋 - What’s your OCs temper like? Are they a slow boil, or an instant explosion?

"I'm not a child I can control my temper unlike some members of the team." Eh this varies I feel I mean in Civil War Tony did have a handle on his anger towards Steve near the end but as soon as he found out what happened to his parents? Yes he was upset he was ready to strike but as soon as he realized Steve lied to him? oh he blew up because Tony has dealt with people he thought he could trust doing stuff like that before already, so having it again?

⏰ - What is your OC like at timekeeping? Are they punctual, or always running late?

"Whatever works for me of course," Tony is a very well-defined rep of a spoiled rich kid thinking the world revolves around him and yeah since turning over to become Ironman he has gotten better at widening his scope he still has those tendencies and he will arrive at meetings when he wants to or just not at all as well.

🎁 - What kind of gift-giver are they? Do they give thoughtful gifts? Expensive gifts? Practical gifts?

"Spare no expense, big, flash top of the line. One of kind whatever I got the funds after all so why not go all out?" When it comes to gifts and Tony I always think of when he bought Pepper the giant Rabbit So yeah I feel Tony may not always get the most thoughtful gifts at times sometimes he will just get something big or flashy.

📎 - How organised is your OC? Do they keep on top of responsibilities, or leave things to the last minute?

"I keep things where I like them to stay if they are not there I can't find it." Tony is constantly working away in his labs but overall he has things set into a certain area even if the workstations become a mess he still has things all in a place he is aware of it to be. If anything causes it to move or be moved he can lose track of it easily.

🧸 - On a scale of 1 - 10, how ‘soft’ is your OC? 1 being the edgiest of edges and 10 being a literal teddy bear that cries at everything? (Bonus questions, where on the scale would your OC place themselves, and where would they like to be on the scale?)

"I literally call myself Ironman, IRON? come on." I think Tony is like a 7 or an 8 depending on the time and place. We know he got a heart under the suit of armor uwu

💬 - Is your OC much of a talker? Do they only speak when spoken to? (Or not even then?) Do they ever talk over others?

"Who doesn't enjoy hearing what I have to say?" Tony is a talker he doesn't shut up, he cuts in when he both shouldn't and isn't needed to. He can go on for a good while which when he is trying to distract someone is a good trait of his but he also just clearly loves the sound of his own voice. He has no issue striking up conversations with anyone about anything.

🌅 - What is your OCs favourite time of day? Are they a morning person or a night owl?

"Oh no I hate being up early I prefer the nightlife, you think I wear sunglasses for style? well, there is that but it's too bright when I need to be out and about during the day for work and whatnot. I always enjoyed the nightlife of New York." Tony is a night owl, he works late hours into the night and was well versed in the Nightlife New York has to offer. Out to clubs and parties and whatever other social gathering he could get into. He far favors night. There is just more to do for him personally and he is able to work on his own stuff since most people are asleep. Outside the occasional visit from Brooklyn.

🥦 - Does your OC eat healthily or live off junk food?

"I do like donuts and hamburgers and a good beer." Finding this man's diet has been a whole thing it's not really focused on XD. Tony for sure has an enjoyment of junk food like donuts and fast food joints despite his wealth he doesn't seem above those kinds of foods. He does seem to care about his health so I'm sure he either balances it out or at the least has days where he's eating more junk over healthy food. Considering the way he works and stays up late he probs isn't going to be cooking but he'll stop for something easy to get and just eat.

🍹 - Does your OC drink? If so, what’s their drink of choice?

"I got a portable bar set up that fits in a suitcase. Yes, I like to drink, can't tell you how many parties and such I can't get through without a drink in my hand." Tony drinks pretty often at social events, at dinner, and alone. He had Alhcolis. At least before becoming IronMan he was Definity an alcoholic. Current time he still has those tendencies, never really going for help he just got too busy for his old lifestyle so luckily his work tendencies can keep him busy so hell is chugging down coffee more. Tony's favorite drink is single malt scotch as it's what he is seen in the movies at least drinking the most. Really only when the mean is throwing pity parties does his drink seem to ever become a problem. More wanting to drown his sorrows away with alcohol than face the blame.

🍺 - What kind of drunk are they? (e.g. talkative, sleepy, flirty etc.)

"Depends how hard I am hitting the bottles, mostly though it doesn't affect me." It does sort of depend. But mostly he is a black-out drunk if he is drinking he is likely to get carried away fast. Tony has fallen off the wagon many times, and does have a history of being an alcoholic that I still don't think he ever got professional help for. Since becoming Ironman he did clean up over time he wasn't the perfect hero at his start by any means but as he went down that road he did start to improve. Getting around others who became good influences on him as well like Steve Rogers, does make Tony look at himself and want to be more than a dude in the armor he wants to be a hero.

#muse| tony stark #aflockoffeathers #madamkezzie #muse bio: Tony Stark #meme answers #stayed qeued

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zachsgamejournal · 2 years

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COMPLETED: The Legend of Zelda Breath of the Wild

I did it. I finally beat this game. Literally bought it on day one. While I'm proud of the feat...the ending was...underwhelming.

What I loved about Ocarina of Time is how it A.) Felt like an open world B.) Felt like you do things out of order, like you were "discovering" the world. Neither were true, but they are true for Breath of the Wild. So in that sense, this game is a fulfillment of OoT's promise.

So--we last we left off we were climbing a volcano to take on the iguana divine beast. And it was a bit of a disappointment. Far simpler than the camal or elephant. I'm not sure I was upset, just unexcited. It's the third dungeon with the same aesthetic and puzzles, so starting to feel tedious. And the boss--a complete joke. While I struggled a lot with the first boss and a little with second, this was a 1-and-done deal. And basically my whole strategy was run up to it and hit it till if died. No crazy patterns or anything. Extremely underwhelming.

Roughly around this point we had enough hearts to go for the master sword. But that means navigating the lost forest. I remember the first time playing this I got really confused. When I discovered I needed to follow the wind by holding a torch and seeing which way the sparks flew, I applauded genius design. Now that I knew what to do...it was less exciting. The trees were cleverly creepy though.

It was fun to see the Deku tree again, but we didn't talk much. Hi Link, I've been waiting for you. Here's your sword.

Master Sword in hand we set off to take on the Bird Divine beast. I was really excited for my wife to see the bird folk, but she was watching ER in the other room. Ah well. I was excited to see the birds except they're all really arrogant for some reason. Didn't enjoy that.

I enjoy the mini-game getting on the beast. It was fun shooting the shield generators with explosive arrows, but also really easy. Similar to the lizard beast, the dungeon was really simple, no real surprises. The boss was slightly harder, but now I've got so many skills, weapons, and bad-ass meals that I don't have to be half-as-skilled as when I started.

So with all the Divine beast enrolled in our cause, we grabbed a few towers and shrines, focusing more on stamina. I also started tracking down the memory quest. I knew there was going to be more "story" here, as the game is not very heavy on plot compared to other Zeldas. While it did provide a little more character development for Zelda herself, but it did add much to the plot. I think the real depth of the game's story is in the side quest of its characters. I had hoped to do more there, but I felt we needed to move onto a game the whole family could enjoy.

So when it was time to take on the castle I was sure there were going to be guardians. So I knew I needed to learn to counter lasers, which I never learned before. It took some practice and frustration, but I actually got pretty good. And a defeated guardian drops tons of parts! I got excited and killed a few just for fun.

Afterward, I visited a fairy for some equipment upgrades and stopped by Impa's. She gave me the iconic blue tunic that's in all the flashbacks. It shows enemy HP. I'm not sure what the point of that is besides seeing when an enemy is way out of your league??

Anyway, we snuck our way into the castle grounds Solid Snake style. The castle is huge. You can't fully explore it, but it's still imposing. I'm impressed they still let you climb everything. Makes what could have been very linear feel open and exciting. While exploring, I dropped into this room--somewhat accidentally. Then the doors shut and then Lionel shows up. Damn it! I've specifically avoided these guys! Somehow, though, I was able to defeat but I lost a lot powerups and food. I wasn't sure how check points worked in the castle, so I was worried about how much I'd have to repeat if I died.

I make it inside.

Calamity Ganon drops down, though he looks like a spider-Ganon. I'm feeling anxious given the supplies and skills I've lost on the way here. But thankfully the Divine Beast Champions send in their attack and knock down 50% of his health. That's good, because he hits pretty hard in the fight. I don't quite figure out the best strategy, but I have enough supplies to survive the fight and work in some good hits.

After he's defeated, we end up outside where Ganon takes on his true form...I guess. I gian bull! This is much easier, as I just ride my horse around and shoot at weakpoints Zelda reveals. Once he's down, i guess he's banished to the space between dimensions with phantom ganon and that's it.

There's no real story after that. Sadly, but not unexpectedly, you don't get to keep playing. That's an unfortunate thing about Zelda games, they always end at the end. Normally that's reasonable, but every Zelda game is about restoring a turbulent world to peace and happiness, while giving you good world building. But you never get to enjoy this world you build. Just a couple of cenimatics showing the NPCs having fun.

Lame.

So the game is done. I think this is my 2nd favorite Zelda with Ocarina being my favorite. I enjoy the world they've built here, but I think it being a post apocalyptic world where everything of significance happened in the past is a weak choice. Looking at two great games, Dragon Quest 11 and Ocarina of Time, those games did a great job having a mostly functional world that then "ends" and shows all the changes and consequences of that. But then you have the chance to save it. Not saying this needed to take that route, but the world and characters made that great--not the lonely apocalyptic world this is.

#Zach's Game Journal #COMPLETED #The Legend of Zelda #Breath of the Wild #Nintendo #Switch #Video Games #Gaming

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youbloodymadgenius · 2 years

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A Touch in the Dark (Modern!Ivar x reader)

A/N: This is my long overdue contribution to @fandomfic-galore 1k Followers Sexy Trope Challenge. Congratulations again 🎉 I'm sorry it took me so long, love. I'm sorry too because I just saw there's a maximum word limit. I obviously broke this rule 🙈

The trope I chose: one bed

The sexy prompt @fandomfic-galore gave me: mutual masturbation

I know the way I used the prompt is a bit unorthodox but well, what can I say? Ivar is a stubborn brat, he wouldn't have it any other way!

@mrsalwayswrite, thanks for betareading this for me, and thanks for your support, I really needed it 🌺

Let me know if you want to be tagged 😊

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Summary: stuck in the middle of nowhere with your boss, you spot a cabin and know that this is where you and he must spend the night.

Warnings: smut; masturbation; mutual masturbation.

Words: 4926 (🙈)

"You're fucking kidding me? You're doing this on purpose, right?" Ivar says angrily and you just shrug, rolling your eyes.

"I'm not fucking kidding you, Ivar! And how the fuck can you think I'm doing it on purpose? Just tell me, who's the one who didn't want to take a plane from Kattegat to Kemi and back, huh?" Making air quotes with your hands, you keep going, swaying your head. "Y/N, we will be more free with a car, we will be able to leave whenever we want, as soon as the deal with Harald is completed." You snort, hitting the steering wheel. "And now here we are, Mister Genius, with no fucking signal," you hiss through clenched teeth, waving your phone in front of his face, "in a fucking broken car, in the dead of the fucking night and in the middle of Norrbotten, in other words in the middle of fucking nowhere. Who do you think is to blame, huh?"

Ivar takes a sharp intake of breath. "Be careful, Y/N, don't forget who you're talking to. I've fired people for much less." He says curtly, and you can almost physically sense his boiling anger.

You scoff, undismayed by his threat. In the two years he's been your boss, Ivar has threatened to fire you at least five times a day. You know he won't do it, though. Because you're fucking competent in your job and also because you can put up with him. He told you once it was a refreshing change from your predecessors, scared girls who cried whenever he raised his voice. Your explosive nature – which matches his – is what, against all odds, makes working for him a success.

"Look, Ivar," you eventually say, not because you're afraid of him but because one of you has to be wise, and you know it won't be him, "we can go arguing for hours, or we can try to find a solution. We're going to freeze to death if we stay in this car, okay?" You tap your finger on the dashboard. "Before the fucking car died on us, the outside temperature was minus five degrees Celsius." And this is a fucking matter of concern to you.

You're sure Ivar has no idea about the little chitchat you had with his mother on the day you were hired, but you've never forgotten her words, nor their barely hidden threat. 'The cold increases his pain and is therefore my son's worst enemy. As his assistant, you have to always make sure his legs are warm enough. Ask for an extra blanket when staying at a hotel, turn on the heater in the car if it's cold, schedule appointments indoors except for the summer months. Do what you want but keep his legs warm at all time. I hope I make myself clear. Don't disappoint me, Y/N, I assure you I've got some power over Lothbrok & Co.'

"So, what do you suggest?" He asks without missing a beat, a little too eagerly, and that's when you know you're right. He must already feel the cold in his brittle bones. You won't say a word about it though. Pinpointing Ivar's greatest weakness might not be a good idea given how pissed off he is.

"Well, remember the big hairpin turn?" You point your thumb behind you. Ivar nods and you explain further. "I saw a cabin a bit after it. My father always told me that in remote areas, like this one, cabins are usually left open, in case of emergency. Guess we're about to find out if that's true."

"It's a long way to go." You know your boss well enough to know what he won't say. He's concerned. Truth be told, you're too. Reaching the cabin, several hundred meters away, will be no cakewalk for Ivar. But well, you have no other choice, right?

"Not that much." Your voice is too quiet, your lack of confidence obvious. You clear your throat before inhaling deeply. Better to tell the truth. "Okay, look. It may be a long way, but what else can we do? Without signal and without a car, Ivar, we're running out of options. I'll get our bags, I'll light the road with the flashlight of my phone and you, well, you just walk, okay?"

As he remains silent, you suppose Ivar nods. He eventually asks, anxiety clear in his voice. "What if it's locked?"

"One problem at a time, boss", you reply with a wink he can't see, "but don't worry, it won't be," a small smile spreads on your lips, "Dad's never wrong."

"You're fucking kidding me, right?" Ivar sounds like a broken record and you can't help but roll your eyes, heaving a sigh.

"It's not that bad, Ivar." And honestly, it is not. Even though the cabin is scantily furnished, you're positively surprised to see it's equipped with running water and electricity. You hastily turn on an electric heater that's covered in dust and about a hundred million years old, breathing a sigh of relief as it sputters a few times but eventually comes on. It won't keep you very warm but you guess it's better than nothing.

Apart from the heater, the room just contains a wobbly wooden table, two stools that have seen better days and what seems to be a full bed. Sure, it's not very large but it could have been worse.

"Not that bad?" Ivar roars as he limps towards the bed, leaning heavily on his crutch. Flopping down on the mattress, he stifles a hiss of pain. "There's absolutely nothing in here, no food, no drink. There's only one bed and I'm not sure about the cleanliness of... these..." You follow his gaze and you have to give him that one: the sheets are greyer than white. Too bad, but there's nothing you can do about it. Besides, it's not the end of the world, right? Your boss can be such a princess sometimes!

Well, you might be too if you were born with a silver spoon in your mouth.

"At least we're out of the wind," you shrug, giving him a tired smile as exhaustion sets in, "and we'll be able to sleep. You know what they say, Ivar. Tomorrow is another day." You feel your jaw opening and before you know it you're yawning widely, Ivar following suit. "We definitely need to sleep." You add uselessly as you rub your eyes.

"Guess we do," Ivar nods, then commands, "I'll take the bed and you can sleep on the floor," You stare at him with wide eyes and a gaping mouth. He can't be serious!

"You're... you're the one who's kidding now, right?" You eventually say, still a bit dumbstruck. As you look into his eyes though, you can see he's dead serious and it makes your blood boil. "Ivar!" You almost shout, crossing your arms and raising your eyebrows. "I may be your employee, but I'm not your slave. You can't just order me around and treat me like cattle!" He must be out of his mind, right? How can he even imagine you'd agree with that? The truth is, he should be the one sleeping on the floor. It'd be elementary courtesy, you're a woman after all!

The thought makes you cringe immediately though. You're not being fair and you know it. Sleeping on the floor would not be pleasant for you, sure, but for him you're sure it would be pure agony.

You know your boss never fakes his pain. And right now, if his tired look and the hand he repeatedly presses into his right thigh are any indication, you're willing to bet that the pain he's experiencing is excruciating.

That's why you decide to try to calm things down. "Look, Ivar," you speak in a soft voice, sitting down next to him, "I'm not thrilled about the fact that there is only one bed either, but at least there is one. I think we should make the best of it."

"What do you mean?" Ivar frowns, his right hand now massaging his calf. There's an uncertainty in his eyes you're not used to seeing. Or maybe is it fear?

"None of us are going to sleep on the floor. We're both grown-ups. We're going to sleep in this bed, together, because it's the only rational thing to do. And you know it. Besides," you add as you start to shiver, "I wouldn't say no to some extra warmth."

As he keeps quiet, barely nodding and his insecurities written all over his face, you decide to give him some privacy. Standing up, you grab your bag, taking your carton out of it. "I'm going to have a smoke outside while you get ready, okay?"

Lying on your side with your back facing him, you let out a barely audible sigh, upset yet still mindful not to wake your boss.

Although exhausted, you can't sleep. Despite the heater and the threadbare blanket you found in a cupboard, you're cold. So fucking cold! Your socked feet are freezing, and so is your nose. Plus, whatever you may have said to Ivar earlier, sharing a bed with him is definitely awkward and downright nerve-wracking.

Tossing and turning isn't an option with Ivar sleeping next to you – besides not wanting to wake him up, you're very afraid of unintentionally kicking one of his legs – but you know you have to find a way to release the tension and forget the bone-chilling cold.

Almost unconsciously, you lick your index finger before drifting your left hand to your chest, sliding beneath your shirt as you slip your right beneath the waistband of your pajama bottoms. Moving it down and down, under your knickers and past the soft curls, your index finger finds your clit while your other fingers spread your lips, and you feel immediately more at ease.

Touching yourself right next to your boss may seem odd, but not to you. First, you take it from his slow and regular breathing that Ivar is fast asleep. Second, having shared a room with your older brother all your teenage years, you are used to do it with company. Not making noise in this situation is second nature to you. You won't wake him up.

Circling the nipple of your right breast with your wet finger, you then pinch it, imagining teeth sinking into your firm, soft chest. With your thumb rubbing your clit, your other digits work their way into your vagina, immediately pumping into you. Your mouth drops open as you squeeze your eyes shut. Playing with yourself, you arch your back, bucking into the touch of your own fingers. You can all but feel a man's tongue – warm, wet and wide – licking and tasting you. Squeezing and cupping your breast, you suppress a whimper of pleasure, your face buried in a small, dingy pillow. Curling your toes, you bite your lip as a wave of heat spreads in your belly, your climax teetering over the edge and crashing down on you. Waves of pleasure wash over you, your body contracting around your own fingers, and you have to bring your left hand to your mouth in order to muffle a moan.

Fuck!

And that's when you hear it.

The faint rustle coming from behind causes you to freeze and your eyes to snap open. Holy shit! Holy fucking shit! You turn your head toward Ivar and though the darkness in the room doesn't allow you to really see his features or to clearly make out his face, you're sure your boss is awake and staring at you.

Sure enough, a second later, you notice a movement of Ivar's shoulder. "You not sleeping? Why?" Propped up on his elbow, his voice is raspier than usual, his words slightly slurred.

Despite feeling utterly flustered – and let's face it, breathless – you manage to answer him, mumbling in what you hope is a matter-of-fact tone, "Too cold." You're not technically lying, right? You were cold, and that's what kept you awake in the first place. Your palm still resting on your mound – as dumb as it sounds, you're afraid to move it for fear he'll realize, if he hasn't already, what you were doing – you have to swallow past the lump in your throat before asking the same question, "You? I could have sworn you were sleeping."

"Well, I wasn't." Ivar states flatly. You can hear him shift in the bed and you stifle a gasp as he drapes an arm around your waist. "I'm cold too." As he pulls you closer, your back against his chest, your eyes widen, the shock flooding your voice. "What... What are you doing, Ivar?" You can barely breathe as you try to convince yourself that there is no way he could know what you were doing.

"I think it's called spooning." There's a hint of mischief in his tone. He's so close you're sure he can feel how tense you are and you're afraid he can somehow guess where your right hand is. That would be so humiliating! "Come on, Y/N, you were the one saying that you wouldn't turn down some extra warmth, right? I'm pretty sure it will be more efficient this way, what do you say?"

"Guess you're right," you mutter absently, your cogs turning while you desperately try to find a way to get yourself out of the embarrassing situation. You're feeling nauseous. What could be more mortifying than being caught by your boss touching yourself? A knot of fear and shame forms in your gut and threatens to choke you as it rises into your throat. What were you thinking? Oh my fucking god! You have to figure something out. He cannot know. Your boss cannot know.

You lose your train of thought though as Ivar scoots, if possible, even closer, his hand resting on your right forearm, his legs now touching yours. Even through the fabric of his sweatpants, you can feel that they are ice-cold.

Shit. Aslaug Lothbrok. 'Don't disappoint me, Y/N, I assure you I've got some power over Lothbrok & Co.' Shit.

What a great way to bring you down to earth! You've been careful not to wrap yourself in the blanket, leaving most of it to him, but obviously it wasn't enough. Shit. You swallow, blinking several times. "Your legs are freezing, Ivar. Are you in pain?" You eventually ask, your heart suddenly in your throat. Ivar may be most of the time a tough boss, self-centered and short-tempered, yet you wish him no harm. And you love your job. And your wage.

As Ivar remains silent, you keep going, trying to wriggle out of his embrace. "I'm going to fetch your meds, boss, let me get up," you say with as much confidence as you can muster but Ivar just tightens his grip around your waist, trapping even more your right hand where... well, where it shouldn't be.

"Did I say I'm in pain?" He asks with a little exasperation in his voice, surprising you.

"No, no, of course, you didn't," you sputter, "but if you're in pain I should–"

"I'm not." He cuts you off, making you frown. You know he was in pain earlier, you're pretty sure he didn't take any painkillers so there's no way he's going to be okay now.

You let out a long sigh. "Look, Ivar, I know you don't like to talk about it but please, you can be honest with me. If you're in pain, just say it. It won't change the way I see you, you should know that."

Behind you, Ivar giggles, his hot breath hitting the back of your neck. "Actually, I was." His tone is suddenly playful and as his hand slides down your arm, getting way too close to your sinful fingers, alarm bells start ringing in your head. "But that was before..." He adds mischievously.

Your eyes widen. Deep down you know what he's getting at. But it can't, right? No, no, no, of course it can't. But what... what if? Your breathing quickens as you try to quell the panic rising inside you. You tell yourself that you're being ridiculous, that there's no way he could possibly know.

"What do you mean?" You finally say, your voice coming out weaker than you expected.

"I'm sure you know exactly what I mean, Y/N," he answers back, his hand wandering further down. When one of his fingers grazes your clit, your whole body stiffens and you have to bite your tongue to keep from screaming.

Bloody fucking hell!

Feeling ill, you close your eyes and for a moment you're afraid to faint from embarrassment. Never in your life have you felt so ashamed and you just want to disappear. Your eyes filling up with tears, you're glad that Ivar can't see you blushing. Yet, you know you have to say something. Anything.

There's no beating around the bush. Swallowing hard, you take a sharp intake of breath. "I... God... I..." You pathetically choke on your words, your voice is high-pitched. If you weren't so mortified, Ivar's silence would undoubtedly infuriate you. Right now, however, it's the least of your concerns. "It was... improper and unprofessional," you end up croaking pitifully, flooded with shame and humiliation, "I'm... I'm sorry, boss."

"Well, I'm not." Ivar's reply, quick as a flash, has you stumped for a good four seconds.

"You... You're not? How... How so?" You finally blurt out, bemused and insecure. You know what you did was way out of line. At this very moment, you can't begin to understand what's gotten into you or how in the hell you couldn't think that touching yourself right next to your boss could cost you your job. The thought sends a shiver through your skin. You're so screwed.

Seemingly unaware of your inner turmoil, Ivar keeps his hand on yours. "Like I said, Y/N, I was in pain. But what you did was a good distraction. It took the pain away, you know?"

Wow. You can't believe your ears. It took his pain away?? That's good news, right? Honestly, you wouldn't have been surprised to get fired on the spot, but instead Ivar is almost thanking you? It's just unbelievable! You can breathe a little easier, even though at the back of your mind there's that nagging thought that Ivar may be tricking you. Knowing his sharp mind, and even if he sounds sincere, it still could be. You better play it safe, right?

"I'm glad I could help." You actually mean it. As his assistant, you're in prime position to witness each and every day the tremendous amount of pain your boss has to absorb and it just seems terribly unfair. "Yet, I shouldn't have done that, Ivar. I'm still your employee."

"Let's say you're not then." He quips, leaving you speechless. Explaining further, you can hear the smile in his voice. "Tomorrow is another day, but for now you don't work for me. Let's say you're fired, okay?"

Carefully rolling over, your eyes search his face in the twilight as you put a hand on his chest. Frowning, you take a moment to process his words. You can't be sure but you think Ivar is still smiling at you. Where is he going with this? Does he want to fuck you? That would be a step too far, right?

Ivar speaks softly, as if reading your mind. "We won't do anything you don't want to, Y/N. I was thinking that I could..." He stops abruptly. There's something in his quivering voice, something you've never heard. He sounds... vulnerable. After taking a deep breath, he adds so quietly that you can barely hear him. "What you did earlier... I'd like to do it. To you, I mean. To... To keep the pain at bay, you... you know?" His hand that was resting on your waist finds your hip, his thumb stroking your upper thigh. "I mean... if it's all right with you."

God, what's happened to your cocky, intimidating boss? Ivar sounds almost like a little boy, insecure and maybe even frightened. Suddenly, you realize that you are in charge; that he wants you – needs you – to be in charge. You know with absolute certainty that the balance of power has just shifted. And for the first time since you've known him, your heart aches for him.

You're well aware that no matter how successful your boss is professionally, no matter how strikingly attractive he is, there aren't many women chasing after him. And it's probably all because of his legs, which is stupid in your opinion. But well, you get it. The unknown creates fear, right? But you, you're not afraid, neither of him, nor of his disability. Not at all. And well... you love the idea of being in charge for once. This is your time.

A smile he can't see spreads on your lips. "You're sure that's really what you want, Ivar?" You run your hand up his arm before resting it lightly on his shoulder. You feel more than you see when he nods. "It may be an issue then," you keep speaking, "While your.... offer is tempting, I'm afraid it'll have to wait."

You know your boss well enough to know he usually doesn’t' take no for an answer, so you explain immediately, as he lets out a short sigh, "I'm just overly sensitive at the moment. But," you add quickly, the words popping out before you can really think about what you're going to say, "I can think of another way to keep the pain in check, and a more effective one on top of that."

"What are you talking about?" Ivar's voice quivers, failing to hide his disappointment. This new side of him is so unexpected, it's almost unsettling. You wouldn't go so far as to say it pulls at your heartstrings but well, you're definitely surprised, and moved too. Mentioning it probably wouldn't be wise though, so you decide to keep it light.

"C'mon, Ivar," you say with a lighthearted laugh, "it's my turn to tell you I'm pretty sure you know exactly what I'm talking about. You know, there's nothing wrong with seeking your own pleasure. How could I blame you when that's exactly what I just did?"

Ivar gaps at your words and then remains silent for such a long time that you're afraid you've offended him. As you – for once – search for the right thing to say, he eventually murmurs between clenched teeth, "It... It doesn't work like that." His breathing short and uneven, you can feel how tense he is. "I'm sure you've heard the rumors about me... That... that it's not just my legs that are boneless... It's..." Gulping for air, struggling to continue, he takes a sharp intake of breath. "Well... They are not unfounded... The rumors, I mean." You know it's a most painful admission.

Sure, you've heard the rumors. That he couldn't get it up. That he couldn't please a woman. That his cock was useless. Although saddened, you never dwelled on it. Ivar was your boss, not a guy you had a crush on.

Right now, however, you just want to laugh. But since it wouldn't be very smart, you just smile, shaking your head. "Well, I've heard about the rumors, yes. I beg to differ though. You see, Ivar, I'm like Saint Thomas."

"Like who?" Ivar asks and this time you can't help but chuckle. You should have known the reference would be lost on him.

"You, stupid heathen!" You know he can hear the smirk in your voice. "Never heard of Saint Thomas? He was one of the twelve apostles. He doubted Jesus' resurrection until he could see and feel Jesus' wounds for himself. You don't have a clue what I'm talking about, right?"

Without giving Ivar time to respond, you drag your hand along his arm, your fingers tracing the line of muscles of his biceps. "Anyway, I'm just like him." Down his side, you can feel the ridge of his ribcage and then his toned abdomen. Playing with the hem of his shirt, your knuckles graze his flesh. "If I can see or feel it, I believe in it; otherwise not." Then your hand finds its way to the waistband of his sweatpants but as his breath hitches you stop your movement, your index finger just brushing against his crotch, his not-completely-hard-but-still-good-enough cock unmistakable. "And right now, I may not be able to see, but I know without a doubt what I'm feeling."

Ivar catches his breath in a startled gasp. "What? ... How? ... I... I don't... It never... How? ..." Babbling and stammering as words fail him, you realize that Ivar truly has never experienced something like that. Wow. He never got hard, not once in his entire life. Wow. No wonder that he can't think straight.

You must take charge. Now more than ever. You can't allow him to overthink what's happening. "I don't know, Ivar, but what I do know is that now is not the time for asking questions. Trust me." Reaching out, you grab his hand, bringing it to his crotch, "you should enjoy, just as I did earlier."

As you're about to take your hand away, Ivar wraps his fingers around your wrist, gently holding it in place. "Will you... Will you do it for me?" He speaks so softly you barely hear him, his whole body trembling lightly, and you're willing to bet he's blushing. Blushing! Ivar Lothbrok! "Please," he eventually adds in a shuddering breath and that's how he ultimately wins you over.

You never thought you'd live to see this day. Ivar, your "dictator boss" – also known as the demanding asshole among your colleagues – is not ordering you, not at all. Actually, he's asking, no, not asking, he's begging you. It sounds insane, yet it's happening and you're taken aback as you realize that it moves your heart. How could you turn him down? You can't. And, as crazy as it might seem, you don't want to. "Sure," you whisper back in the same breath, not allowing your inner voice time to tell you that there are at least thousand reasons why you shouldn't do it.

Your wrist released, you let your hand wander down, and this time Ivar doesn't stop you as you slip it into the waistband of his sweatpants, brushing your knuckles against his crotch and then rubbing his half-erected cock through his boxers, just a little. You can tell Ivar is holding his breath. The next moment, your hand works its way under the trim of his boxers and slowly begin to inch its way down. You start with feather light touches, fingers trailing across the length and then along the underside of his hardening cock, and Ivar pants and arches his back, his hips stuttering forward to meet your hand.

"Feels good, doesn’t it?" You say as you eventually wrap your hand around his shaft, stroking slowly. Precum is already soaking his boxers. He won't last, and it's not the point.

"Mmph..." You have to stifle a chuckle at Ivar's choked moan, immediately followed by a hoarse croak as you swipe your thumb across his leaking slit, smearing the drop of fluid over the head. When your free hand cups his balls with the gentlest of pressure, squeezing them lightly, your index finger grazing underneath, Ivar's pelvis thrusts forward, a low growl rumbling deep in his throat.

Your hand tugs and twists around Ivar's shaft, feeling the hot flesh throbbing in your tightening grip. You add speed and pressure before focusing on the head of his cock, playing with it and gently squeezing it.

The sound he then makes is almost pained and he tries to warn you but is only able to say, "I think I'm gonna..." before he thrusts up. Ivar comes in your hand, his cock pulsing, his back arching as he moans helplessly. As he literally falls apart, shaking and half-screaming, you work him through his orgasm, milking the last drop of seed out of his warm cock.

Sweaty and trembling and completely undone, he very slowly comes down from his heights, his breathing eventually becoming normal again. "Fuck, that was wonderful," he mutters, bringing a smile to your face. His next words, however, confuse you; you're not even sure you hear correctly. "Tomorrow morning, you'll be my employee again. I'm pretty sure I'm going to fire you again tomorrow night though. Just so you know..."

Huh?

You frown, replaying his words in your mind, trying to make sense of them. Oh, you may be tired – by the way, what time is it? – yet you're not completely dumb. You know what it is supposed to mean. Wouldn't it be nice if he let you have a choice in the matter? And first of all, is he serious? When you're in the heat of the moment, you may say things you don't mean, right?

Finally, after much mulling, you choose your words carefully, even though you're sure Ivar isn't exactly waiting for you to speak. "Well, you may be my boss, but I think I have a say in that. Maybe we can sit down and have a chat about it tomorrow, what do you think?"

You keep quiet, waiting for his reply, but nothing more than silence ensues.

Less than a minute later, you hear a light snoring; Ivar has fallen asleep.

The fucking asshole!!

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oswinsdolma · 3 years

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It's half past eleven at night but this has been on my mind for DAYS and I need to write it down-

Okay I know we treat A Servant of Two Masters as a comedy episode for the most part, and don't get me wrong, it is HILARIOUS, but I cannot stop thinking about the scene near the beginning where Morgana is treating Merlin's wounds, so let's look a little closer at that:

Look here at the hatred on Merlin's face. He clearly despises Morgana in this moment, as he fully believes that the friend he used to have is gone, convinced of her selfishness and disloyalty. But now let's look at Morgana.

Now, at first glance, it looks like her usual cruel smirk, basically her default way of addressing someone from series four onwards. Now, I'm not a gifer, but if you look at this scene, there is a flash of tenderness in her expression beneath it all as she takes in the sight of Merlin. After this we cut back to Arthur and the Knights, who also show their concern, but we don't see Merlin's reaction to this.

Skip forward a scene and we're back in the "hovel".

Now the lighting in this scene is awful, and I'm not sure if that's for a reason or not, but we can still see Merlin's face. At this point, Morgana has stopped sending jibes towards Merlin and is cleaning his wounds. She is still less than civil to him, but it's never really explained why she's doing this. One reason could be the fact that she is intending to use Merlin as a tool to kill Arthur, and Merlin (being the chaotic little shit he is) needs all the help he can get. And this is no doubt what Morgana is telling herself, but I think there's something deeper here, and I have two main reasons for this.

1. Merlin's face in this scene. He is in obvious pain from the wounds, and he and Morgana are at odds. Poisoning your ex-friend isn't something that heals quickly in a relationship, even if one if you hasn't developed regicidal tendencies towards your other best friend. But amidst the physical pain, there are clear signs of emotional pain here underneath all that. Merlin is constantly told that his destiny is the most important thing, and that it must be carried out at all costs. But regardless of who she is now, Morgana was his friend, and that's harder to forget than the betrayal.

2. Morgana's visual tells in this scene:

See here that she is furrowing her brow as she attends to the wound on Merlin's chest. Now this isn't a great screencap, but notice that furrowing her brow is something that she does a lot when concerned about things in earlier seasons. I can't think of any specific instances off the top of my head because it's literally midnight now but this isn't an isolated thing. Therefore, while Morgana may have other motives for helping Merlin get back on his feet, but she definitely still cares a little for him in the same way he cares about her.

Moving on to this screencap here (I put the brightness up but it really is terrible) you can see Merlin's face, and it's strangely... Blank. If there's anything there at all, it's regret. This is an image from where Morgana is saying "don't think that I don't understand loyalty just because I have no one left to be loyal to". This line is absolutely perfect for summing up the whole dynamic here: Merlin is full of regret and grief for a doomed friendship, but in this moment, so is Morgana. For her, Merlin was the one person who wasn't afraid of what she was, who helped her find people who could make her hate herself less for how she was born. Merlin was the bright-eyed genius who was the only one stupid enough to save her brother from being quite so much of a bully in his early years at Camelot, and for him to betray her like that? Above nearly anyone else, Merlin was the one she was loyal to. She even admitted this in The Moment of Truth. This phrase is well calculated, and it hits. Hard.

Morgana's anger overtakes her now, because Merlin has just accused her of neglecting what they had. She was loyal to him until he betrayed her. This is not his high ground. And look:

Merlin looks for a moment like he's going to fight it, but then slumps back. Why? Because he knows she's right. Because it was his fault. Because he chose destiny over his friends. And I'm not saying Morgana is innocent here, after all, she is the one brainwashing Merlin. But Merlin is the one that shoulders the guilt, and because of who he is, he will always remember that he was the catalyst for the explosion.

So what's my point here? On the whole, I really dislike how Morgana's descent into evil was handled. They did a good job of showing her as a villain, but we never really saw how she got there, because she seems to have found it remarkably easy to swing between caring, compassionate person to "I don't care who dies as long as I get my revenge". But in this scene, we get a glimpse of who Morgana was, and the parts of herself she had to destroy in order to live with what she was doing. And we see a little of that in Merlin too: we see him letting go of his idealistic fantasies of peace coming about without a fight. We see him realising what he has become and that he is just as much as a pawn of destiny as she.

And most importantly, we see them say a private goodbye to the impossible hope that things could have been different.

#bbc merlin #merlin #morgana pendragon #this is just fuel for an au at this point #anyway i needed to get that off my chest #terrible midnight analysis #woohoo #there's more stuff here but i closed iplayer and cba to get more screencaps now

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fanfiction-funtime · 3 years

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Genshin OC: Louis

Based on Interactions with @genshin-obsessed

And Pocket, in the original it was Signora who traumatized him sexually(I'm sorry if it offends you but I feel uncomfortable saying the r word), but I don't think she's that evil so in this fic it will be slightly different, but still as messed up.

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Louis is an inventor from Fontaine, perhaps the brightest in all Teyvat. After unknown circumstances he was forced to flee Fontaine to Liyue, where unfortunate circumstances lead to him to meet Kazuha. Kazuha rescued him in his moment ot need, and inside of taking the life debt Louis offered the samurai merely took his friendship. Now he works as the fleets greatest engineer, repairing and upgrading the ships of the fleet with never before seen technology.

But one has to wonder, what ever caused him to leave Fontaine? And under what city did he meet Kazuha?

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Physical description: a fifty year old man in the following outfit

In this hat

Both his arms are burnt all the way to his shoulder, so he hides them with finned gloves

(Also: I consider Kazuha to be an adult, so if you know about the shipping plan with the Interaction thing with Pocket it's not weird)

He has teal eyes, long silver hair, and a twirling pencil thin mustache.

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The rise

Louis created his first groundbreaking invention at the mere age of six: a torch that ran on gas!

When he presented his invention it was met with grand....disdain.

People called it a scam, that what he said was impossible. He was laughed and ridiculed, to the point he disappeared from the public eye for many years.

Until fifteen years later.

At nineteen he skyrocketed into the market of invention, using something noone could dispute nor deny the grandeur of: he created a gun!

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To forge an empire

It was not easy to make it in the invention markets of Fontaine, even with patents one could not stop competitors from making their own form of their products.

So Louis had to be the best damn inventor of all of them! It was why he got his vision, his ambition, his soul demanded it!

And so he did. He hit every corner of the market with high quality inventions every week, from gas ovens to full plate armor, from fans that spun themselves to moving walls! It was once said in Fontaine that if someone wanted the very mountains to move at the push if a button, all they needed to do was pay Louis to make it.

Hundreds took their children to him to for apprenticeship, master craftsmen begged to work for the genius half their sons' age and twice their own skill. It wasn't long before his inventions were being sold by merchants all across Teyvat.

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A defiled heart of glass

As happy and successful as Louis was, there was something he longed for, something no amount of ambition, success, nor money could ever get him: someone who truly cared for him.

He had believed this to be true for years, until one evening ball,

He met a woman.

She approached him as he sat surrounded, yet completley alone. She walked up to him and said, "you look lonely, would you like to go somewhere else?"

She said it without any ulterior motive, no sucking up, just a genuine want to hang out with HIM. No as Louis the inventor, but as Louis the man who enjoyed inventing.

They walked away from the party, saying to abyss with any who found it rude! And went around the town as two friends, absolutely enamored by eachother's hopes and dreams.

They were friends for five years when Louis finally confessed his love for her, how she would listen to him, and care about him, something he gave to her in equal share.

But a mere year into their relationships he found out his lover's secret: she was Fatui.

One night he found her coming home through the window, in her complete uniform no less. She was afraid, afraid he would leave her for what she was. But instead, all Louis did was wipe her tears and day, "how can I help?"

Do began his secret dealings with the Fatui. He used his bright mind to create countless machines of war for them to use, guns that did not need loading, gas powered suits of armor that gave strength well beyond that of a human, anything thr Tsarista wanted she would get. Because whatever the Tsarista wanted, his love wanted.

His darling love, Signora.

Or so he believed.

Ten years into the deal he was discovered by the Fontaine government and quickly proclaimed a terrorist. He had to flee Fontaine, so he went to where Signora was at the time, Liyue.

When he met her in Liyue he fully intended to propose to her, but when he got on one knee to do so, all he recieved was a sharp freeze through his chest.

And his glass heart shattered, on the stone cold ruins of an empire.

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Meeting the samurai(tw: this is where the bulk of the messed up happens)

A quick death, however, was not to be his end.

Signora hated him, despised him, for the time she "wasted on this useless, lovesick freak" as she put it.

So she let her mages do to him as they pleased, and left.

And they took full advantage.

They tortured him, violated him, broke him in every way they pleased.

They even convinced him that it was his fault, that he should enjoy what their doing, that he should thank them.

Then left him for dead.

For days he sat slumped on a stone pillar, riddled with holes, barely holding on to life.

'But why?' He had wondered. For he had believed their lies, that he deserved this fate, 'this is a fitting end.' He believed, a fallen emperor, dying on the long dead corpse of an equally grand empire to his own.

'So why?' he wondered, 'why do I keep fighting?'

Then one day a wandering samurai found him and took him in. Louis begged the man to let him die, "I deserve this. She said so...I deserve this....why else would she have done it?"

But the samurai did not falter, he carried the man to the nearest settlement to be healed.

When asked why, the samurai responded, "if you weren't so hurt, I would throw you on the wall and shout you down! WHAT IN THE ABYSS MAKES YOU THINK YOU CAN JUST GIVE UP!? BECAUSE SOMEONE SAID SO? BECAUSE SOMEONE GOT UPSET WITH YOU? SO WHAT!?" The samurai grabbed Louis' vision and held it to his face, "YOU HAVE A VISION, A GIFT FROM THE GODS, GIVEN BECAUSE YOU HAVE A DREAM! THERE IS SOMETHING YOU WANT ISN'T THERE? DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY PEOPLE WANT THIS? WHO WOULD BEG TO HAVE THE ABILITY TO FULFILL THEIR DREAMS?!" the samurai began crying, "do you know how many have had that stripped away? All because someone said they should? Well they still fought. They all fought. And so many died." He placed Louis' vision back on its holder, "so don't you dare give up, and don't you dare die just because someone said you should!"

It wasn't the help Louis needed to fix himself, but it was enough. Enough to help him go on.

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Vision: shards of a broken dream

Despite what he told the public, Louis did not spend those fifteen missing years because he was discouraged, but because he was betrayed.

Louis was approached by a well known inventor, who said he would help Louis' invention get the recognition it deserved!

Louis should have listened more carefully, because the man never said anything about helping HIM get the recognition he deserved.

The man stole his patent for the gas lamp and rebranded it as his own invention, and threw Louis to the curb.

Were Louis any other person he would have curled up in the warmest alleyway he could find and die, but Louis was not any other person.

Instead he began to create, he spent years and years trying to perfect gas power, then the gods saw his ambition and granted him a vision, a vision of flame.

The vision ignited at an inopportune moment however, and caused a massive explosion that nearly killed the then twelve year old boy.

Inopportune to anyone else, that is.

For in the flames of pain he saw the truth, the overwhelming power that is explosive force.

Then with his still burning hot hands he got to work, forged casing after casing to try and capture the gas that had shown him the light. He spent weeks forging a small metal pellet that could not only survive the blast, but also remain strong enough to pierce through nearly any armor. Then he created the keystone of his work, his masterpiece, the first gun.

And he used the first bullet to take revenge.

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Abilities:

Main- power of gas: throws a glass container with flammable gas, applying a swirl like effect to a large area that effects all enemies.

After using it, the player can use the ability again to strike a piece of flint that will create a giant explosion that only effects enemies.

Ultimate- culmination of ambition: Louis creates a large explosion blasting enemies away, the camera then zooms in on him holding up two pistols. After the animation ends Louis replaces his Catalyst with dual guns that deal 5X damage and attack twice as fast for ten seconds

Weapon type: Catalyst

Vision: pyro

Passive: glass heart- party members gain 5% extra friendship experience when Louis is in the party.

Special dish: ice cold jelly- a simple spin on the classic mint jelly, Louis adds a special cooling agent to it that increases the cold of the mint exponentially.

(Tagging: @storytravelled, @golden-wingseos, @genshin-obsessed)

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin oc #tw: manipulation #tw: rape

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vickylamore · 3 years

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If the Yns from Crys's fics were to meet, what would happen?

OKAY SO LIKE, HI, you'll only get this if you've read at least two of Crys's (@armytinyzenmoa) series cause, its alot to cover.

She already did this for Park Yn (Zemblanity) and Lee Yn (TSTL) but I'm doing it for:

Park Yn - Zemblanity (dumbass number one)

Yn - Glitched (dumbass number two, more logical, still slow.)

Byun Yn - LR (confident hoe, smart ass bitch, love to see it.)

Lee Yn - TSTL (a badass, a fucking queen, my favroite Yn, my baby, will fight for her/him period)

Only these Yns cause I didnt read the other series with Yeonjun and Seonghwa(?) and I don't have enough info on Jung Yn (Prominence) so four for now. I will update it when more Yns are added (series wise) 🙄❤.

Also, THIS IS CRACK. THE TYPOS ARE IMMACULATE but its litterally crack + crack writing style (and no tags cause the series aren't my work so the tags below are litterally... just there cause some of yall won't know about her stories SO IF YOU DONT, DONT READ BEYONG THIS POINT).

But yes, here we go 😗

If Byun Yn and Lee Yn were to meet in the TSTL TL!:

Byun and Lee Yn are like lowkey opposites but have the same upbringing traumatic so they can relate to each other.

Best fucking friends (sorry Lucas, Jeno).

They rob banks together period point blank.

Lee is a lot less reckless than Byun but is a lot more of a bitch.

Byun, smarter than the two since she's a fking genius but Lee is a lot more logical when it comes to surviving.

*cough* mafia *cough*.

Bye, theyd run from the cops for fun and if they get caught, Lee would just threatened them with her grandfather's name 😭🤚🏾

Lee Yn would ask Byun Yn to help them burn down SM and Byun would be like, "hold on, I can make a nuclear explosion to disintegrate all the malicious experiments they're performing on people but somehow save all the people affected."

And they'd run with it.

They'd give Baekyun a scare cause he's technically (not really) related to one and is the other's guardian so LR! Baek would kill him if his sister isn't back in one piece.

Taemin wouldn't understand what was happening but if it were to occur, he'd hope that both of them DON'T DIE since he doesn't want the Avengers and everyone else on his ass.

Ten would instigate Byun Yn into fighting him.

No actually.

He wouldn't get his ass beat because its like a two hour sparring match that Baekhyun breaks up.

Lucas is just... there. Confused on who's his best friend but figures it out when Byun Yn pushes him back saying, "hugs are reversed for Jeno."

Mark is fucking tired, probably draws his gun upon seeing two but then grumbles under his breath, "I'm not even surprised."

Lee Yn joins him on a walk while Byun Yn takes all the attention cause honestly, same.

Jongin asks Byun Yn on how to recharge in case of no energy source... cause well, she's a genius.

Byun Yn and Taeyong become friends and hack in SM's system to get all the shady shit they have on Sooman and replace the files with pictures of cats.

Yuh.

THEYD GIVE LEE SOOMAN A RUN FOR HIS MONEY. THATS IT, THATS THE TWEET.

If Byun Yn and Yn (Glitched) were to meet in L&R TL!:

She'd leave Glitched Yn for dead, she has no time for dumbasses Im sorry 👩🏾‍🦯

She'd deadass say one thing and Byun Yn would look at her up and down, smirk and whisper, "I could use you for bait."

The only reason Yn isn't dead is because the Avengers saved her before she could die cause they thought it was Byun (deadass wouldve saved her either way but like... priorities.)

THEYD BE SO CONFUSED AND DONE, OVER IT.

Yn wouldn't be TOO big of a dumbass, just very very curious and screw something up which meant that Jeno would try to kill her but Byun would be like "no, dont kill my useless twin."

Yn would be so confused because she just wanted to get her first day of the internship done and she was dropped in a world where the Avengers exists.

Goodbye, she's tired bruh.

Develops a crush on Jaemin, Chenle and Jisung and her become friends because she isn't as reckless as Byun and Renjun... is just tired and doesn't mind her at all.

If Byun Yn and Park Yn met in Zemb TL!:

Oh boy.

Someone save Byun Yn PLEASE.

Would accidentally ask Mark why he's in space and not with SuperM and he'd be so confused.

Byun Yn would save Park Yn from Yang² because Park Yn,,

Is just Park Yn *sigh*

That's the tweet.

Byun Yn is deadass is the only reason Park alive because Byun Yn saves her in a world thats not even hers.

Park Yn tries but her efforts aren't enough, needs help from Maverick Agent to get out smh.

Bro Byun Yn would somehow die BECAUSE of Park Yn and Byun would come back from the dead and be like, "whoever tried to drown me is a bitch."

Poor Park Yn would be so mfk confused and terrified and probably cling onto Byun Yn, sobbing into her chest while the other is like, "relax, I can't die here for some reason. If I could then you'd probably have multiple organizations run to kill you--- but don't cry?"

Park Yn would have to explain to YangYang not to take her unless he wants to die.

Ten and Byun Yn become friends, I don't make the rules.

They even become allies but Byun Yn wants to know where it'll go.

Hendery is confused, Lucas is even more confused, Sicheng thinks he fucked up again (IM SORRY), YangYang is intrigued, Kun is tired and tries warning her about Ten but doesn't listen, Park Yn has panic attacks because Byun Yn is being dumb and goes with Ten.

Though, Byun Yn meets her up later and says, "can you get me to a control panel, I wanna get out of here, this place is too crowded and I'm hungry."

Not because Ten tried killing her and she knocked him out

Park Yn would try explaining that they can't escape and Byun would interupt, "don't take me for a dumbass."

BRUH THEYD DEADASS WALK OUT OF SECTOR V NO PROBLEM.

Park Yn asks how Byun Yn did it and she'd be explaining things she wouldn't understand, "matrix, quatrums, space, matter, timeliness and interacting forcefields."

Park Yn would just nod and not even bother.

She'd also tell Byun about all the dumb shit that happened and the other would be like,

"Suprised you aren't dead yet and you really haven't seen anything, come to my world."

Park Yn is ✨traumatized✨

If Lee Yn were to met Park Yn in TSTL TL!(specifically for this one, Lee Yn is a girl because of the scenario):

They're litterally polar opposites, one of them is going to kill the other.

LEE YN WOULD TELL PARK YN THAT SHE'S A CRYBABY 💀

No joke, she'd be at Park Yns THROAT for litterally breathing and clinging onto Ten like he's her best friend (I mean)

Bruh she'd steal Mark away from Lee Yn and she'd get salty :(((

Also explore the world like shes a visitor and forget that there's a bounty on her head???

Like yeah, you were on the moon but there's a bounty in your head? The worse thing is that she'd drag her twin with her to the nearest coffee shop and refuses for ANY of the seven men to accompany them.

Something along the lines of, "I dont trust men to protect me anymore."

IM TELLING YOU, THE SHIT ON THE MOON REALLY MESSED WITH HER IM SO SORRY-

WOULD ALSO ALMOST GET BOTH OF THEM KILLED CAUSE SOOBIN DECIDED TO PULL UP AT THE COFFEE SHOP THEY WERE VISITING WITH THE REST OF FKING TXT.

Park Yn would probably run hella slow while they're getting chased with guns and she'd still be like, "why are they chasing us?!"

And Lee would reply, "what part of I'm first in line of my grandfathers grande mafia aren't you understanding?"

Like Lee is TIRED, she doesn't want this shit anymore. Doesn't help that she was going to give Park a chance but she clearly isn't fit for the mafia lifestyle.

The only thing they have in common is Mark. That's it.

So like after running and getting back to base, Lee would litterally chase Park ALL OVER THE PLACE trying to get to her.

For some reason, Park is fast.

Must be from all that running on the moon damn 😭🤚🏾

"Please I dont want to die again!"

- Park Yn, 2020.

Baby girl has been through some shit okay?

Lee Yn got frustrated real quick and almost threated to pull out her gun PLEASE.

Something along the words of, "people try to kill me all the time, let's see how hard it is."

"Stop fucking running!"

"But you're chasing me with a gun!?"

Taeyong would litterally watch this all go down on the cams for like five minutes before he tells the rest of SuperM that Park Yn is thirty seconds away from dying because Lee Yn is now taking the safety off her gun 💀

No Lee really can't stand her.

Its litterally chaos.

Jongin had to glitch to get Park away from a flying bullet.

Taemin was making sure she was fine while being on the lookout for the other Yn.

Baekhyun's trying to help Taeyong erase the film of two Yns running around the base like mad women.

Lucas had to deal with a pissed off Lee Yn cause sis was not having it.

Almost lost her.

He did, in fact, lose her.

Mark had to chase her down AGAIN.

Chaos LMAO

If Yn and Park Yn were to met in Zemblanity TL!:

Rest In Peace.

Would die within the first 2 hours of being together.

All because the readers picked 'go to the boiler room' over 'hide in the vents'.

And they BOTH died because someone turned the heat on.

The end.

#nct #superm #IM FUCKING TIRED BRUH #crack #nct crack #superm crack #vickywritings #CRYS DO YOU LIKE IT LMAO #if the yns were to meet

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bobasheebaby · 4 years

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60 Spongebob Squarepants Prompts

This is a very special request for @burnsoslow boys. And now is time for me to admit that I hate this show so I hope I did a good job picking quotes. But really some are funny.

1 “Now that we’re men, we have facial hair.” “Now that we’re men I changed my underwear.” — Spongebob and Patrick

2 “What does claustrophobic mean?” “It means he’s afraid of Santa Clause.” — Spongebob and Patrick

3 “You don’t need a license to drive a sandwich.” — Spongebob

4 “Are you NAME now? … That’s okay take your time.” — Patrick Star

5 “I’ll have you know that I stubbed by toe last week and only cried for 20 minutes.” — Spongebob

6 “NAME, you’re a genius!” “Yeah, I get called that a lot.” “What? A genius?” “No, NAME.” — Spongebob Squarepants and Patrick Star

7 “Firmly grasp it in your hand.” — Patrick Star

8 “guess what day today is?” “Annoy NAME day?” “no silly! thats on the 15!” — Spongebob and Patrick

9 “Dumb people are always blissfully unaware of how dumb they really are …” [drools] —Patrick Star

10 “NAME, your ceiling is talking to me.” — Patrick Star

11 [with candy on his mouth] “All right! Which one of you flatfoots stole my lollypop?” [spongebob, the cops, and patrick laugh] “I mean it!” — Patrick Star

12 “Quick, NAME, without thinking: if you could have anything right now, what would it be?” “Um ... more time for thinking.” — Spongebob and Patrick

13 “What do you usually do when I’m gone” “waiting for you to come back.” — Spongebob & Patrick

14 “Well, it may be stupid, but it’s also dumb.” — Patrick

15 “Well, it’s no secret that the best thing about a secret is secretly telling someone your secret, thereby adding another secret to their secret collection of secrets, secretly.” — Spongebob

16 “NAME ... I used your clarinet to unclog my toilet!” — SpongeBob

17 [thinking] I don’t need it. I don’t need it. I definitely don’t need it. I don’t need it. I don’t need it. I don’t need it. I don’t need it. [shouts] “I… need… it!” — SpongeBob

18 “Who’s ready?” “I’m ready!” “Who’s ready?” “I’m ready!” “Who’s ready?” *I’m ready!* — Spongebob & Patrick

19 “NAME is the only guy I know who can have fun with a jellyfish … [shouting] for 12 hours!” — Squidward

20 “Now, who wants to save the world?” “I do!” “I do!” “I do!” “I don’t.” — SpongeBob SquarePants

21 [in a mattress store] “Wow, look at all these mattresses! How many do you think here are?” [looks around the store] “10.” “Cool.” — Spongebob & Patrick

22 “Are they laughing at us?” “No, NAME. They’re laughing next to us.” — Spongebob & Patrick

23 “You never really know the true value of a moment, until it becomes a memory.” — SpongeBob

24 “Oh well, I guess I’m not wearing any pants today!” — SpongeBob

25 “We’re not doing so well, NAME. We need a new approach, a new tactic.” “Umm, I got it. Let’s get naked!” — Spongebob & Patrick

26 “Knowledge cannot replace friendship. I’d rather be an idiot than lose you.” — Patrick to Spongebob

27 “Careful, NAME; Careful NAME. NAME careful. Careful NAME!” “NAME.” “Yeah?” “It’s already open.” “Oh.” — Patrick

28 “If you can’t do the time, don’t do the crime.” [locks SpongeBob and Patrick in jail cell and opens it again after a second] “Okay, time’s up. Now get out!” “But … we stole a balloon!” “Yeah, on free balloon day!” — Police & Spongebob

29 “What’s better than serving up smiles” “being dead or anything else.” — Spongebob & Squidward

30 “If I were to die right now in a fiery explosion due to carelessness of a friend ... Then it would just be alright.” — Spongebob

31 “Good people don’t rip other people’s arms off.” — Spongebob

32 “Wow, NAME, I didn’t know you spoke bird.” “No, NAME, that’s Italian.” — Spongebob & Patrick

33 “Isn’t this great NAME? It’s just the 3 of us. You, me, and this brick wall you built between us.” — SpongeBob SquarePants

34 “We shall never deny a guest even the most ridiculous request.” — Mr. Krabs

35 “That hat makes you look like a girl.” “Am I a pretty girl?!” — Mr. Krabs & SpongeBob

36 “A five letter word for happiness … money.” — Mr. Krabs

37 “NAME, I don't think Wumbo is a real word." "Come on. You know, I wumbo, you wumbo, he/she/me wumbo. Wombology, the study of wumbo! It's first grade NAME!" — Spongebob & Patrick

38 “No one can change a person, but someone can be a reason for that person to change.” – Spongebob

39 “F is for fire that burns down the whole town, U is for Uranium…bombs! N is for no survivors!" — Plankton

40 “The best time to wear a striped sweater …is all the time."

41 “Once there was an ugly barnacle. He was so ugly that everyone died … the end."

42 “Can I be excused for the rest of my life?"

43 “Can I get some extra salt?" “We're all out." “Could you check?" “... No."

44 “It took three days to make that potato salad … three days!!!"

45 “You just CAN'T WAIT for me to die, can you?"

46 “Now he's gonna kick my butt!"

47 "This is not your average, everyday darkness. This is ... ADVANCED darkness."

48 “Too bad NAME isn't here to enjoy NAME not being here." — Squidward

49 “Remember, licking doorknobs is illegal on other planets."

50 “I'm not just ready, I'm ready Freddy!" “It's NAME …"

51 “NAME, don't you have to be stupid somewhere else?" “Not until four."

52 “Who are you people?!"

53 “Are you NAME now? ... That's okay, take your time."

54 “HAHAHAHA THAT GUY GOT HIT IN THE HEAD WITH A COCONUT HAHAHA."

55 “Too bad that didn't kill me."

56 “Bye NAME 1! Bye NAME 2! Bye NAME 1!” “You said bye to NAME 1 twice.” [grins huge, pauses, dreamily] “I liiiike NAME 1.” — Spongebob & Patrick

57 “NAME, bus is here! NAME!” [tries to run up the road] “Ahh! Ahhh! Ahhhh!” — Patrick & Spongebob

58 “If you believe in yourself and with a tiny pinch of magic, all your dreams can come true.” – Spongebob

59 “The inner machinations of my mind are an enigma.” – Patrick Star

60 “It’s not always what you say that matters, sometimes it’s what you don’t say.” – Mr. Krabs

#spongebob squarepants quotes #spongebob squarepants prompts #drabble prompts #dialogue prompts #writing prompts #spongebob squarepants #squidward #patrick star #mr krabs #quaratine sucks and making these keeps my mind busy #i live in covid 19 hell

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starkerkeyz · 5 years

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Bucky and Tony never got to make amends after civil war because Tony ended up in space and the Bucky dusted and when they got everyone back they never got to sort their differences and then Tony died and its upsetting they never got to fix things. You totally don't have to do this its just been really upsetting me because Bucky felt horrible for what happened to Tony's parents... anyway you're awesome 💕

Sleep is for well adjusted humans. I hope this scratches your itch for Tony and Bucky finally hashing it out!

Tony punches him across the face with the suit and a scream. Then he disengages the bleeding edge and straddles Bucky’s thick barrel of a chest and wraps his hands around the younger -older?- man’s throat. Bucky doesn’t fight him at any step of the process. He has to dig his metal fingers deep into the concrete beneath them to avoid the instinctual need to defend himself when his airflow begins to wane. It never quite cuts out.

“He lied for you.” It’s the first thing Tony’s said through the tears spilling past his lashes and across established tracks down his cheeks. Now that he’s leaning over Bucky a few of the little drops land on his own wrist and the heat and the salt and the pain makes him narrow his eyes and snarl as he drives down. “You killed my mom.”

“I did.” Bucky’s arm whirs and a chunk of concrete is gone. He moves his hand further away from Tony, then punctures his fingers into the hard ground like each metal fingertip is a needle breaking stone skin. Bucky’s eyes are dry in one blink and filled up in another. He can’t look Tony in the eyes but he has to, he has to, for this. He tips his head back and relaxes his whole body for the inevitable. Blue eyes lock onto brown. “I did it. I killed your mom. And I’m so sorry.”

“You fucker. You absolute fucking piece of shit!” Tony’s sobbing and leaning forward so all of the weight of his world bears down onto Bucky’s neck like a guillotine. His breathing hitches and Tony realizes that despite their positions he’s the one choking on his air. For all his genius his brain and mouth can only repeat one thing now. “You killed her! You killed her! You...you!”

Tony’s forehead comes to a stop against Bucky’s.

He’s shaking apart. His eyes sting and his head throbs everywhere that isn’t touching Bucky. He feels hollowed but energized; just a puppet for his emotions to channel through. He’s too tired to be a person. He’s suddenly so- so tired.

“You killed her...and he chose you anyway.” Tony’s fingers release and bury themselves into Bucky’s hair. It’s fucked up how nice it feels on his skin. Nothing about Bucky should be nice because he represents so much of what Tony has lost; Howard chose Steve over Tony and then Steve chose Bucky over Tony. Iron Man yes, Tony Stark no.

“I’m sorry.” Bucky looks up into Tony’s brown eyes, unflinching when the proximity means some of the man’s tears are falling directly onto Bucky’s own blue eyes. They’re both crying so much that he can’t much feel whose is whose, really. His neck doesn’t feel sore at all and he doubts there will be a mark. He wishes that there would have been. Tony deserves it.

“It shouldn’t be you apologizing!” Tony sobs. He closes his eyes because this hurts almost more than the fact Bucky killed his parents. This hurt is more fresh, more raw, and he feels personally responsible for it in a way that he never could have with his parent’s deaths.

He trusted Steve.

He was wrong.

“I hate you.” Tony mutters, rocking his head back and forth like he’s trying to work up the will to disengage but reluctant to actually follow through.

“It’s okay.” Bucky takes his metal hand out of the concrete and lays his palm flat over the five neat holes he’s left behind. He wants to wrap his arms around Tony and give him the comfort he needs and deserves but Tony wouldn’t want that. He smiles and blinks away the mixture of both their tears from his lashes. “I hate me, too.”

“Shut the fuck up.” Tony sobs it into Bucky’s ear as he collapses, strings cut. He’s shaking so hard he accidentally pulls some of Bucky’s hair out and he cries harder from shame and guilt. “I was lying you stupid fuck, I was lying, I was-”

He cuts off and shakes harder. Bucky does wrap his arms around him now; he’s afraid Tony will break if he doesn’t hold him together. As soon as the weight settles across Tony’s waist the shaking decelerates to fine trembles so he must have made the right call. He’s run out of words though. He’s already said what he needed to. He’s finally, finally been able to look Tony in the eyes and apologize without anyone -Steve- getting in the way with their explanations and reasoning. A part of him, the part that wants to die in the quiet moments of his day or in the space between breaths where he’s taken so many lives as a sniper, that part feels lost now that Tony isn’t hurting him.

It made more sense to him when Tony was trying to strangle him.

That’s when Tony bites him.

“I don’t hate you.” The man growls through his teeth. His fingers clench in fistfuls of hair and he digs in deeper, rolling salt and copper and skin and pain across his tongue. The sensation of his teeth bruising at Bucky’s throat does more to smooth his edges than all the screaming and punching ever could.

“You should.” Bucky tips his head back and gives Tony full access. Apparently Tony was expecting more of a fight because he lets go and gives the wet spot a quick, apologetic kiss. Bucky wonders what has been done to the man that his reaction to stress is to self-harm or harm those around him and his reaction to getting his way the first time is to back off and apologize.

They stay that way for a while. Bucky is breathing in the scent of Tony’s cologne and Tony is breathing against Bucky’s neck right below his ear. They’re breathing in sync by the time Tony speaks again.

“I’d like to get to know you without...all that. Do over?” He doesn’t lift his head from Bucky’s throat to speak. Bucky is starting to wonder if he has the energy to do it. This confrontation is months in the making but the timing, like most uncontrolled explosions, is horrible. Tony’s just come back from some meeting in some far off and exotic location for his company and the team was called out before he could change out of the clothes he wore on the jet.

“Tony...You don’t have to put up with me. You don’t gotta spend your money on me or give me anything you don’t wanna. I’m a grown adult; you do what you want and I’ll figure myself out, okay?” Bucky’s taken the time to think about what he wanted to say. He doesn’t want to be a burden. He knows what it’s like to have your choices and your decisions taken away and given no value. He never wants to make another person feel like he did for those 70 years, not even a sliver of it.

“Well, if you really mean that, then you’re already better than most of my friends.” Tony’s words are bitter and soft. Bucky thinks a whiskey straight couldn’t have burned more across the tongue.

“Tony…”

“I mean, you’ve already betrayed me, so that’s checked off already. The fight in DC I’d say you tried to kill me, too, so that’s another one. You’re probably the best person to become friends with.” Tony’s still talking in volume of words but he’s getting quieter and quieter until he’s whispering into Bucky’s collarbones. Bucky can already tell where this is going and he has no intention of stopping it.

“Is that what this is?” Bucky asks, hand stroking up and down Tony’s spine now. Tony’s dead weight but Bucky doesn’t mind. He kinda likes feeling blanketed by the genius. “Friendship?”

“What’s a little choking between friends?” Tony jokes and then falls asleep. Bucky leaves him where he is. He dropped off faster than Bucky thought he would (probably miscalculated because he’s forgotten what it’s like to not be enhanced). He’s got a lot to think about but…

“Friends, huh?”

Probably not the direction you were thinking but I couldn’t think of a way for these two to just talk without blood and fists being involved at least a little bit. Also, I 100% don’t blame Bucky for Tony’s parents deaths but Bucky and Tony do. To an extent. You can know something isn’t/wasn’t your fault and still feel like it was. That’s what makes emotions so messy. It’s also why I like these two (and Peter!) so much. My emotional messes 💖

#Asks #winteriron #this can be read as platonic #but in my heart they go on to become friends to lovers #not a healthy way to make friends tony #please don't choke your friends unless they ask for it

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peggingtaron · 4 years

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Belle & Edward

Pairing: Edward x Belle (Edward Scissorhands x Beauty & The Beast crossover)

Summary: Belle, with a dreamy far off look and a nose stuck in a book, is isolated from the common folk that judge her, and dissatisfied with her life in the small suburban town. Upon exploring the old abandoned castle, far off from the town, she discovers a boy with scissors as hands, living his life all these years in the ancient shadows of the castle. A scissor-handed boy named Edward.

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Word Count: 2.6K

A/N: I started writing this on wattpad when I was 16 so excuse the occasional cringe

Chapter 1 — Little Town

Once upon a time, by a little town, there was a mansion. In that mansion lived an Inventor. The Great Inventor made many odd contraptions, spectacular devices and wonderful gadgets. But none so odd, none so spectacular and none so wonderful than his creation of a man. He gave him inside, a heart, a brain, everything. Well, almost everything...

The Inventor was old, so very old. He died before he got to finish the man he invented. So the man was left by himself with scissors as hands...Incomplete and all alone.

His name was Edward.

Edward had spent years, alone, isolated in the shadows of the deserted castle as dust and cobwebs collected around him. He knew, in his unfinished state that he would spend all his days without anyone's company. Forever in solitude. Forever desolate.

For who could ever learn to love a beast?

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This little town was never an exciting place during the morning. In fact, this little town wasn't the least bit exciting at all for Belle. Belle spent her mornings on strolls around the neighbourhood. She did this everyday, perhaps in hopes to spot even the slightest moments of routines to change. But no, this was never the case. Belle would find men coming out their houses at the exact same time, driving their cars out their driveways in a practised, perfect pattern, children playing on their lawn with the exact same games, women keeping up their gardens in the exact same fashion of their neighbours.

In disappointment of the unchanging cycle, Belle would bury her nose behind a book and everything around her would seem to blur. She didn't regard her surroundings as all she would see were the visions of princes and princesses, pirates and sword fights, fairies and mermaids, all brought to life by the words of her books. The more impossible the story, the better.

Belle would find herself so enraptured by the premise of her story, she never regarded the conspicuous whispers of townsfolk as she passed them. Not that it would effect her at all. You would think by Belle living in this town for most her life, her neighbours would think of something else to sneer at. Though, it was only Belle, and with the exact same whispers as the day before.

"Look, there's that strange girl." "Dazed and distracted as always." "That girl's always got her head in the clouds!" "No denying, she's a funny girl that Belle!" "Shame that such a beauty is so odd." "What an odd child."

Not one comment could faze her. Nothing could make her look up from her book.

It was because of this, that she was rather surprised when she found path blocked by a boy. She looked up from her book with a sigh, rather expectant to see what would be in front of her.

"Bonjour, Belle!" The boy flashed a handsome grin at her.

"Hello, Gaston." Belle mumbled.

Belle was often greeted in French since moving to town, from a small French provincial village. She had no idea why this tickled and amused Gaston and her classmates so much. She was after all, immaculate in her English.

Gaston always held a confident demeanour with him, all too proud of his tall, slender, handsome figure. Many girls of Belle's age envied that Gaston favoured her attention, being that she was such an outcast to people of Gaston's supposed calibre. Belle was not at all pleased with the attention she got from Gaston either. Beneath his superficial pearly white smile surfaced a spoiled, egotistical, empty-headed boy much too pretentious to believe that Belle genuinely had no interest in him.

Gaston smiled down at her, grabbing the book from her hands. He smiled at Belle amused as she tried to reach for it, but Gaston being a great deal taller than her held the book high from her.

"Gaston, may I have my book back, please?" Belle mustered a polite expression as much as she could, while she grew concerned when Gaston fumbled through the pages carelessly and left creases of the book's spine.

"What are you reading this time?" Gaston flicked through the pages of the book and squinted at it. "How can you read this? There are no pictures."

"I know." Belle made a grab for the book unsuccessfully. "But why should that mean it's any less wonderful? You see, some people use their imagination."

Gaston gave a momentary judgemental glance at Belle, before tossing the book aside. With a gasp from Belle, the book landed on the lawn beside them, it's pages sprawled amongst the dirt of the grass.

Belle was quick to gather her book and smooth out the crinkled pages and had barely comprehended what Gaston was saying, as she nurtured the book in her arms like a newborn baby.

"Belle, I think it's time I should see you without a book covering your pretty face." Gaston gave a confident stride beside Belle who had continued walking. He put an arm around Belle, which she immediately shrugged off. "Movies are the new books, Belle. I don't suppose you're busy tonight. How 'bout it?"

Belle rummaged her mind for a response to help her escape. To her saviour, Gaston's little brother, Dirk called after him, running towards them.

Dirk arrived, panting and backed away slightly when he saw that Gaston had given him an annoyed glare for interrupting them.

"What? Did I interrupt something?" Dirk glared back at Gaston.

As quickly as she could, Belle briskly began walking her way back home.

"Wait!" Gaston called after her. "What about the movie?"

Belle continued walking and replied over her shoulder. "I'm sorry, Gaston, maybe some other time, I can't. I have to go home and help my father."

Dirk spitted a loud scoff. "Yeah that crazy old man will need all the help he can get!"

Both Gaston and Dirk bursted into a hearty fit of laughter, Gaston giving Dirk a slamming high five. Belle stopped dead in her tracks, turning her heel back to face them, fuming.

"Do not talk about my father that way!" Belle exclaimed furiously.

Gaston choked on his laughter as he attempted to stifle it, clearing his throat and hitting his little brother in the shoulder. "Yeah! Don't talk about her dad that way." He tried to scold, but a smirk was still visible across his face.

"My father is just as sane as anybody else here." Belle asserted. "Just because he's inventive and creative does not mean he's insane, it means he's a genius! He is not crazy!"

At the moment, a piercingly loud squeal of an explosion bursted from afar. Sounds of crumbling crashes and thunderous eruptions echoed across the street, causing Belle, Gaston and Dirk to flinch. Many people had come out of their homes to look at the source of the noise, but their eyes immediately travelled to Belle.

This was unfortunately a regular occurrence, courtesy of her Inventor of a father, Maurice. Belle did not regard the grimacing looks she got from her neighbours or the return of Gaston and Dirk's giggling fit as she immediately ran home, worried for her father.

Belle ran frantically back to her home. She gasped as she saw the door, leading to the basement, seeping out smoke. She quickly opened the door, violently coughing as a suffocating cloud of black smoke puffed into her face. "Papa?" She managed to call out through the smoke.

Belle sprinted down the stairs as she saw her father groan in pain. "Are you alright, Papa?"

"Merde!" He cursed. "I give up!" Maurice kicked onto the device that was bursting out smoke.

Maurice coughed, wheezing through the smoke as Belle helped guide him upstairs, away from it. "Papa, you can't give up now. You always say that." Belle encouraged as she went to fetch him a glass of water.

Maurice sighed. "No. This time I mean it. Series of failures - one right after another...Who am I kidding? No one will ever need my boneheaded contraptions!"

"Don't talk like that!" Belle sat beside him.

"Well it's true! Just ask everyone else out there." He gestured to their neighbours.

"Papa, you will succeed, you'll become a world renowned inventor and all those who spoke ill of you here will bow down to you." Belle was beaming with a radiating smile that never failed to warm Maurice's heart. The girl's purity was always something for him to lift his spirits after hours of failed work.

Maurice gave a hearty chuckle. "Well, my dear. That's a bit of an exaggeration, but thank you."

Belle's smile eventually began to fade, her eyes softening and Maurice's spirits were soon depreciated. "What's wrong?"

"Papa...do you think I'm odd?" Belle had a quiver of worry in her tone.

"Odd? My Belle?" Maurice thought the idea was absurd. "Who would ever think that?"

"Everyone." Belle exasperated. "And they're right! I don't fit in here - there's no one to talk to - no one that doesn't look at me strangely."

"What about Gaston? He's a looker." Maurice chuckled. Maurice got up, brought out his tool box and began to fumble around with them.

Belle muttered. "Oh yes, he's a looker - but he's also conceited, selfish, rude, vain and — ugh! Let's just say that, that's one friendship best avoided."

"Well, what about Kim? You seemed to get on with her well." Maurice was still engaged in conversation with Belle despite being absorbed in his mechanical work.

"Yes, I do like Kim. But she hangs out with the wrong crowd, is always with her boyfriend who seems just as irritating as Gaston and...she really doesn't seem like she wants to be seen with me."

"Now what makes you say that?"

Belle slouched tiresomely, feeling slightly relieved that she was venting out all her troubles. "Oh mon dieu, Papa, why did we have to move here?"

"Hey, I rather like it here." Maurice said defensively. "It just takes some getting used to."

Belle groaned throwing herself on the sofa. "There must be something more to this small suburban life!"

Maurice tutted. "That's your books talking -- all those stories about far off kingdoms have gotten to your head. There are no princes and castles here, Belle."

Belle raised her eyebrows as she looked out the window and stared at the marvel of a castle-like mansion far off on top of the hill. "I beg to differ, Papa." She muttered almost to herself.

The castle had always intrigued Belle. It was a magnificent view, that was also seen from the window of her bedroom. The very sight of it from her bedroom window would lull her into a dreaming sleep of fantastically impossible worlds. Whether it be a world where teapots and teacups greeted you for morning breakfast, or a world where magic portraits could come to life.

In school, she'd heard the castle was an abandoned one, untouched since an old inventor had passed away there, though there is still some speculation that his ghost haunts the manor. Although this was a ridiculous rumour, the more time she spent in the dreary suburban neighbourhood, the more she hoped something so ridiculous was true - ridiculous was fascinating.

"I'll be right back, Papa. I think I'll go out for another stroll..." She said as she eyed the castle.

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Belle was careful to make sure she wasn't seen going off to the mansion. She couldn't imagine the rumours that would circulate after neighbours seeing a strange girl voluntarily wander into the only bizarre place in this perfect town. It puzzled Belle completely, as to how people had never thought of exploring there before - how nobody had a good sense of curiosity to be fascinated with a house that wasn't plain and identical as every other house in the neighbourhood.

Belle creaked open the gates, wincing at the loud yelps the rustiness of the untouched gates made. The path leading up to the castle was eerie with dark trees hanging over, though eerie in a way that fascinated Belle. Belle was boiling in anticipation, as she observed her surroundings.

She stopped in her tracks as she spotted a light pink car parked in the pathway. She observed the track tyres and noticed that they were fresh and someone had just come here. This was only perplexing as Belle could not think of anyone who would dare visit here.

She briskly walked up the path, growing more eager.

Belle widened her eyes as she saw Peg Boggs, dressed in a light pink outfit with her Avon suitcase in hand. Peg was Kim's mother, and was one of the very few people that treated Belle with kindness. Peg was admiring the splendour of the garden in front of the castle, and eventually Belle's eyes drifted towards the garden as well.

Belle felt an ecstatic grin creep across her face from ear to ear as she marvelled at the sight before her. Bright flowers organised in colourful bunches, topiary plants shaped perfectly into animals some of which were imaginative much like the ones in the stories she'd read and beautiful stems of vines framed around the castle.

Belle felt the fairytales she'd dream about come to life before her.

"Belle?"

Belle gasped as she snapped out of her marvelling gaze at the sight. Peg was just as surprised to see Belle there as well.

"Mrs. Boggs, hello." Belle smiled.

"Hello. What are you doing here?" Peg greeted her with a warm smile.

"I-I'm...I...Well, I've always wanted to come up here...The castle, it's...it's..."

"It's wonderful, isn't it?" Peg chuckled as she looked back at the view.

Belle's smile returned to its radiant beam. "'Wonderful' is an understatement, it's epic, it's incandiferous, it's...magical."

Belle grew red in the cheeks at her excitement. These sorts of remarks are what labelled her as odd to everyone in her neighbourhood. Belle's smile faltered and her head bowed sheepishly.

Peg chuckled. "There's no need to feel embarrassed, Belle. I find your enthusiasm endearing."

Belle gave a modest grin before returning to her initial confused state. "What are you doing up here, Mrs. Boggs?"

Peg gave a tired sigh, gesturing to her suitcase. "Avon calling. I've had doors slammed in my face all morning, and I'm simply tired of it. I thought it was time that I tried something different, or rather, go somewhere else."

Belle nodded. "Well, this sure is a change of scene." She mused as she looked back through the garden.

Belle's eye was caught by a single red rose, standing out amongst a patch of white flowers. She knelt down to the rose, bringing her nose to it and inhaling it, fluttering with delight at its smell. As she was marvelling at the flower, she felt a strange sensation that she was being watched.

Almost instinctively, her head jerked up to the one of the windows high up on the castle. In a flash of a glimpse she spotted a face staring down at her curiously, though the face disappeared as quickly as she saw it. "There is someone here..." Belle gasped in delight.

"Really?" Peg asked. She began to clutch onto her Avon suitcase and make her way towards the door. Belle wasn't sure why, but she followed Peg.

"Perhaps I'll join you on this Avon calling." Belle smiled. Her eyes tore away from the window that she fixated on. Little did she know that the face that she saw reappeared at the window, eyeing her in enchantment, as she made her way inside with Peg.

#johnny depp #edward scissorhands #edward scissorhands x oc #edward scissorhands fluff #edward scissorhands x beauty and the beast #edward x belle #emma watson #beauty and the beast

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Liam & Edie

Liam: [sends her some kind of coded thing where the answer equals 6 when she works it out so she knows he's not living his best life without her because they're both weird little nerds] Edie: I'm so insanely bored Edie: what lesson are you in and how many negative ⭐s is it Liam: german Liam: all the negatives Liam: [sends her a picture of his textbook with everyone's eyes stabbed out via pencil holes like miss you] Edie: awh, you wanna give me schadenfreude 😍🥴 Edie: that's generous Edie: I was just thinking that a Columbine would liven this place up Liam: write your list, I'll try & think of anyone I'd wanna keep off mine except for you Edie: but being the last ones standing is what we aim for Edie: and what I want right now Liam: anything else you want before I kick that plan off? Edie: don't need time to say any final farewells to any dickhead in this place Liam: you've got a steadier hand, I'll need you to carve no farewells onto the bullets Edie: more deserving use of my time than whatever I'm not being taught right now Edie: how's your aim though? Liam: -9 ⭐s for the lesson you're in Liam: but + it for my aim Edie: my fault for naively thinking Physics might be interesting when I picked it Edie: forgot we were catering for the braindead masses Edie: I believe it, no bullshit brag detected Liam: chemistry would've let you blow more things up Liam: & make 💊 Edie: 😤 I'm mad Edie: no amount of black holes are gonna make up for this Liam: we'll learn it online Edie: but I wanna blow things up with you now Edie: or not learn German vocab Liam: let's go blow up a 🚽 they have to let you out in case you're about to bleed or cry in front of everyone Edie: and am I? Liam: in front of me & whoever else is in there Liam: unless you wanna upload it after Edie: I do need to make the overreaction my fam had over the weekend worth the headache Edie: owed more trouble, like Liam: my dad was on one too, he's the only one not allowed to show up by his logic Liam: you want a bigger scale? every 🚽 in the building Liam: maybe school would have to shut Edie: Know that, my sister is the definition of one rule for her, another for the rest of us Edie: I reckon we could do 'em all without getting caught in the act Edie: more fun after the fact 📹 to claim it Liam: just need to get creative with our explosives, I won't have enough 🧨 to do every bathroom Liam: you in the labs or a standard classroom? Edie: labs Edie: she's scheduled a breakdown any moment now anyway, she's always pissing off to cry herself so I'll take my opportunity and cue as such Liam: 3 HNO3 + C6H7(OH)3O2 H2SO4 → C6H7(ONO2)3O2 + 3 H2O Liam: only need nitric & sulphuric acid from you Edie: you're a hot evil genius, okay Liam: there's a story behind it but maybe I shouldn't give it to you Liam: keep that train of thought intact Edie: but I need it Edie: I can keep 'em both on track, trust me Liam: you need it? tell me about that first Edie: I love stories Edie: and I liked talking to you, a lot Edie: and I like it when you give me things Edie: so yeah, it's a need Liam: to make you happy then Liam: the year is 1846 and this german-swiss scientist was messing in his kitchen Liam: he spilled a mixture of those 2 acids I told you to get on his table & grabbed the first thing he had about to clean it up Liam: happened to be a cotton apron & he hung it on his oven door to dry after, super chill until it exploded Edie: that's perfect Edie: scientists really loved making shit happen on accident, just like all life Edie: 🧫🦠 Liam: I was an accident & look how that turned out Edie: Big same Liam: my sister too, different loser dad though Edie: yeah? Edie: we've got that in common too Liam: does seem to be pretty common Edie: happy little accidents Edie: or not so Liam: I don't wanna be like that Liam: the different girls bit at least Edie: people love repeating their parents mistakes and bullshit Edie: even when they railed on it for years Edie: I don't fucking get it Edie: make your own, at least Liam: maybe you'll think this is one but I gotta say it Liam: I don't care about claiming 🚽💥 I wanna claim you Liam: be with me Edie: You mean it Edie: no bullshit Liam: only if there's bullshit that comes with being official & exclusive all of that Edie: I think that's a really, really good idea Edie: not a mistake but even if it was, I still want it Liam: alright, it's yours, me & the gay 🖤 shit Edie: [sends him a 🥰 selfie] Liam: it's my background Edie: you were already mine Edie: [glitter moment shamelessly] Liam: took the longest shower & I'm still finding it 🗺❌ Edie: good thing you suit it Edie: we can try again though, after the literal shitstorm, a shower is a good idea Liam: yeah, wouldn't suit that Liam: german teacher can disagree as loud as she wants Edie: 😏 Edie: can keep their filth and their hands to themselves Liam: I respect that you only covered me in glitter so that those girls would think I was gay & do the same Edie: people gotta respect territory Edie: works until I perfect your tat Liam: I'll get on the school roof with a 📢 Edie: You're everything Liam: you can sample it when you write a song about me Edie: I will Edie: your friend is not getting a feature Liam: his loss Liam: I'll only gloat for a while Edie: you can go as hard as you want, I reckon Edie: you've earnt it, like Liam: I'll go as hard as you want Liam: you're my girl now Edie: I'm yours Liam: make your physics teacher cry for me then Liam: we've got shit to do Edie: 😄 Edie: done Edie: where are we meeting when I'm fully done and have secured the shit? Liam: [a location] Edie: 👍 Liam: 🔜 Edie: making people cry is a speciality of mine Liam: it won't work on me Edie: I don't want to make you cry Edie: ever Liam: good thing I can't ever, all that toxic masculinity Edie: not missing out on much Edie: even if Miss makes a proper performance out of it Edie: more fun ways to do that Liam: yeah there are Edie: 💣💥 Liam: don't have to hand you a 🧨 to cause 🎇🎆 Edie: you don't even know how true that is Edie: yet Liam: for now it's a guess Edie: I'll show you Liam: I just wanna feel something Liam: that's not only 💊🥤 Edie: I will make that happen Edie: you don't need to believe me, just wait Liam: I'm waiting Edie: you deserve to feel everything Liam: I've tried but it don't work out like that Edie: you can't? Edie: or only certain emotions Liam: there's no 💣💥 in me Edie: we can be dead inside together and make it happen to everyone else Edie: for now Edie: [show up] Liam: [just kiss her too hard because everything you do is a little bit too much boy, okay you're numb but there's too many emotions trapped under the surface that we're not addressing so] Edie: [thank god we're so overwhelmed ourselves that we can just roll with this and have it be the most extra thing] Liam: [this is why you two work] Edie: [just approaching this like you aren't her first honey not even 'cos we're fronting but feelings and trying to make you feel things] Liam: [realistically who have you ever slept with either boy unless you've gotten with one of Rio's friends casually prior to this or something like] Edie: [just out here doing the most from the jump, the fam must be like HELLO???] Liam: [shouldn't be here for it but I am] Edie: [we all are by all I mean us and them, no one else lol] Liam: [imagine how shook he'd be because didn't expect it to be like this] Edie: [awkward, like the levels you must pay attention to no one but Rio 'cos she isn't really conspicuous in how she be lol] Liam: [and if he did get with one of Rio's friends when he first started stalking her it clearly didn't work out so he's probably bracing himself for another failed attempt and then] Edie: [it makes logical sense, like tryna get in the friend group lowkey but none of her friends are really here for it[ Liam: [yeah and like in my head he started stalking Rio when his sister had just died so he wouldn't have been bringing his A game] Edie: [exactly dr phil] Liam: [but obviously nothing happened that she could clock as a red flag when she's thinking of suspects he was probably just really blah because numb] Edie: [yeah, and none of her friends are gonna chat shit on the boy who's sister just died really like it's to be expected] Liam: [it's a good cover like you said] Edie: [just sat here like it's so rude we're gonna kill Edie, as if it wasn't rude before] Liam: [I do feel so bad for him even though he literally fucks with Rio's entire life] Edie: [lol same, it's like if you could just stop doing that tah] Liam: [I think it's partly because we both know she ends up okay and living as happy a life as poss whereas he does not] Edie: [yeah, there's no hope and that's just sad, even if you were an absolute dick, like Ro, per example, still sad she dies for everyone else] Liam: [agreed] Edie: [and you aren't that insufferable boy which is just well] Liam: [nobody is, she's next level] Liam: [anyway also do your vandalism and have way more fun than you expected with that as well] Edie: [when it's just a moment for you immediately and you're all in] Liam: [do we wanna close the school or not let them destroy every bathroom in the place for various reasons lol?] Edie: [on the one hand, maybe get caught before you do every bathroom for that trouble mood, on the other, if you shamelessly upload it you'd get in more trouble for making the school look dumb and shit hmm, I think this time get caught and we'll let you be sneaky trouble causing nerds plenty of other times[ Liam: [I'm about that, we know you're both pretty distracted rn so] Edie: [it feels more legit for this instance, and we can separate you and they'd probably call Ali in for the drama of it] Liam: [you can work your way into the fam later boy you're trying to keep your gf highkey for now, I love the idea of both their mums getting called in and awkwardly meeting haha] Edie: [they'd lowkey want them to kick up a fuss and separate them for the school but Ali knows how well that works so it's like well soz you'll have to cope] Liam: [whereas his mum is the opposite, you know the sort never backs the kid and is just wholeheartedly like yes do whatever you think @ the school] Edie: [ahh the joys] Edie: [once that drama has unfurled and you're in your separate detention moments, sending him a pic from the school website of all the staff but she's digitally ❌d out all their eyes] Liam: I miss you too Edie: I hope so Liam: what else would I be doing? Edie: I don't know Edie: you are full of good ideas Liam: I was thinking about setting the fire alarm off Edie: an acceptable second to thinking about me constantly Edie: would hate to perish in a fire with all these cunts Liam: to be with you Liam: I'd get you before they made you line up in the playground for the head count Edie: then we can leave, like we planned Edie: they'll have let our mas fuck off by now Liam: 🗑🔥 Liam: boring if it wasn't for you Edie: you're like Edie: seeing a new colour Liam: maybe I should leave you there longer so you can work on your song about me Edie: don't though Edie: I know it sounds cliche but that's the only way I can explain how blindsided but transformed I feel from you Liam: you're the only person who's said it, don't think that's how cliches work Edie: I don't just say pretty things for the sake of it Edie: or anything Edie: I mean it, regardless of what it does or don't sound like Liam: I know you mean it Edie: if we both set one, it'll take them longer to get back inside Edie: hide and seek and we can finish what we started? Liam: you're on Edie: 3️⃣2️⃣1️⃣ Liam: 1️⃣ 2️⃣ 3️⃣ Edie: [ahh this poor school lol] Liam: [love that you get to be notorious though gal cos peeps gonna be talking about these antics for ages] Edie: [in this fam you have to make your own rep or life is really hard junie and grace, I said what I said] Liam: [tea though] Liam: [I'm trying to think of somewhere cool they could go and my first thought was like a junkyard vibe so they can destroy more things like life is strange and sex education unless you have any better ideas] Edie: [that's always a mood, also very akin to the barn which will clearly be your domain so] Liam: [yeah and somewhere she's probably been loads of times that she knows all the hiding places of so they don't need to be interrupted again] Edie: [live your best destructive lives] Liam: [when he would be and lowkey forget what he's meant to be doing here, such fun, not devastating me at all] Edie: [the theme of these painful two years lmao, I'm so glad you never find out babe truly] Liam: [though ngl I wish you could survive and we could see if y'all as a couple could survive that] Edie: [ahh when you can't do it all, so rude] Liam: [could've had it all rolling in the deep] Edie: [soz you've got to die my love] Liam: [soz you both have, his poor mother] Edie: [yeah that is no fun] Liam: [soz both your kids are dead babe but we need it for the plot] Edie: [some people have the worst luck truly]

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