#thread: edward

[n8-shaw]

who: @morrisxn02 when: a few days into break where: the hamptons house

Nate fucking hated the Hamptons. Even though this wasn't one of the houses he had worked at during summers past, he still felt that sense of separation - he was an employee, not one of the people actually invited. Seeing Edward only furthered that sensation, to his disconcert. He felt the males eyes on him, Nate turning to meet his gaze with a scowl on his face. "What." he muttered, the word near a growl, already braced or whatever it was the Morrison sibling was about to say.

[sassa-fiske]

who: @morrisxn02 when: after g's texts where: beach outside the hamptons house

The texts that had come in on Sassa's phone made her think of more than just Greer and that party she had last been seen at. There was plenty in the past behind them, plenty that could be found - and she couldn't help but wonder what exactly had been meant by everyone who had something to do with her leaving.

Or maybe, more accurately...worry about it.

She headed out of the house when she spotted Eddie on the beach, a hat pulled low over her curls as she joined him on the sand. "Hey," she greeted quietly, reaching out lightly and touching his elbow. "Kinda feels like old times being here, huh?" Sassa said, offering him a small smile. Old times where his sister had driven a wedge between them.

[mari-zuko]

who: @morrisxn02 when: morning of the 14th where: alcott #205C

Mari knew there were plenty of people who were publicly going to be mourning Greer - those who actually meant it and those who were leaning into the dramatic alike - but she knew there were also those who were going to be devastated and yet try to hold it together, to present themselves in a certain manner.

The way she was.

If only because the walls of their own making that had been built around their relationship.

Knowing the Morrison's though, she had a feeling Edward would fall into the latter as well, though obviously for entirely different reasons, which was why she was knocking on his dorm room door, breakfast in hand to check on him with that morning.

Mari didn't want to continue to wallow. She needed a reason to pull herself together, an audience that wasn't the general public. Since Eddie had been around her and Greer, knew parts of their relationship, if not the whole picture, she could hide part of her devastation, without needing to hide it all. She rapped at the door, waiting for him to answer, so she could greet him with a small smile. "Hey," she said, awkward in the greeting. "I wanted to check on you. Brought you breakfast. If you want?" she said, holding out the take out.

[cara-mrrsn]

who: @morrisxn02 when: new years, after midnight where: the hamptons house to the morrisons

After apparently being excused of her sister's death, and then subsequently cleared - at least by trial of a jury of peers, which, was essentially the United States justice system - Cara was clearly no longer in a party mood. No - she was drunk, a little bit high (maybe more than a little), and now she was pissed off. With her face not hiding any of that, she grabbed a bottle of champagne (okay, two), storming through the house until she found the person she was looking for.

Her brother.

Cara reached out, grabbing Edward's arm, and pulling him around to face her. "Let's go," she said, holding out the second bottle of champagne towards him. "I'm done with putting up with this shit."

[cara-mrrsn]

Cara didn't know if Edward was truly that naive, or if he was simply clueless. She looked at him, staring at her twin for a long moment, never feeling quite as different from him as she did right then, as his laughter landed between them, Cara not acknowledging it whatsoever. Her gaze unfocused, looking at Eddie still, but not really seeing him - ironic, considering how he usually managed to entirely miss her. How were they so different? How, forged in the same inferno, had they turned out so utterly opposite? It took a long few breaths, Cara shakily exhaling before she blinked, clearing her vision and refocusing on him. "Human trafficking, maybe not but..." her voice trailed off, Cara shrugging before she turned away from him, not able to look at Edward as she spoke, as she tried to coax him to this truth.

You can lead a horse to water, etc etc.

"You really think there's nothing they would want to hide?" She said it, briefly glancing over her shoulder, though she didn't quite meet his eyes - maybe he really didn't know there was. Maybe he truly had had...different parents then she had. Maybe he actually was that put together, that perfect. That he had never been lectured, they had never warned him and threatened him and been disgusted by his behavior. But Cara had. And she was all too familiar with them attempting to shove things under cover.

A swallow, Cara crossing her arms over her chest as she turned back towards her twin, leaning her back against the wall, her expression shuttered, even as she offered him some sort of olive branch - one that was an accusation, our of anger and hurt. But an olive branch crafted of vulnerability nonetheless. "I envy you, you know. If you are able to believe that still."

Another faux pas.

He doesn’t know what to say to her. He never does. He tries and tries, and tries, and, yet, his words are always met with contempt or a dismissive scoff.

He wants to mend things with her. But after a year of trying to be amicable, he is not so sure they will ever be anything beyond dysfunctional twins that can’t hold a five-minute conversation. And even though he knows much of this strain on their relationship is his own fault, he wonders if there is any point in trying to fix it, considering she does not seem care about building bridges. But her forgiveness is not in his priorities for now. So, he chooses to ignore her reaction – even if irritation builds up in his throat. Even if he has a whole dissertation in his mind about why he thinks she doesn’t care about Greer being missing.

Edward has been taught to be a mediator, rather than a catalyst. And so, his mind always prefers diplomacy over conflict.

“Ollie said he got a text saying they were working with someone else’s parents… And Greer knew about it, I think. But what could possibly be so damaging that they would want her to vanish?” This whole conversation feels absurd. But given the current circumstances, it also feels like the only possible explanation. “Like, what the hell could they be dealing with? Human trafficking?” He chuckles skeptically accentuating how ridiculous his words sound.

[saltpepperbeard]

oh, don’t mind me, just thinking about-

-how stede tends to sleep on his back, which i’m pretty sure is just the biggest open invitation for ed to sleep cuddled up on his chest, snuggled impossibly close

[leschanceux]

@strtravels also gets this! ( bc i said so ) -

The door slams shut behind Gordy with enough force to rattle the glass of the inlaid window, but he'll feel bad about it later. For now, his only thought is to get up to his room without being seen or stopped or in any way interacted with, just so he can have a bit of time to get his head in order. He fears that if he's caught right now, he might just cry --- or snap, if pressed on exactly why he's in such a foul mood.

It's as if the universe has heard him, and decides to taunt him, though; as soon as his left foot hits the bottom step of the stairs, Gordy hears his name called from somewhere, eyes sliding closed as his grip on the bannister tightens until his knuckles are bone white, his heart contracting painfully in his chest.

"Can we do this later? Only I'm a bit busy at the moment."

[xray-vex]

30 to 40 jars of marmalade: an easy weeknight dinner

[esotericswiftie]

1. all too well, taylor swift / 2, 4. my dark vanessa, kate elizabeth russell / 3. would’ve, could’ve, should’ve, taylor swift / 5. hurt, johnny cash / 6, 11. right where you left me, taylor swift / 7. automat (1927), edward hopper / 8. nightingale: a gloss, paisley rekdal / 9. landscape, louise glück / 10. not forever, lena zagidullina / 12. @not2menotifitsyou / 13. @heavensghost / 14. hard times, ethel cain

“you left me no choice but to stay here forever.”

there are two possibilities when you find yourself unmoving in the wake of catastrophe: either time has stopped, or you are stuck within it. most likely, it’s both.

inspiration

[necronyancy]

BTW. IF YOU EVEN CARE.

[n8-shaw]

who: @morrisxn02 when: early in the night, may 27th where: the commencement gala

Nate was leaning against the bar, his weight dropped back onto one elbow as he absentmindedly sipped at his drink, watching the various students, parents, alum, faculty arriving and spilling into the space of the gala with the faintest hint of disdain on his face. It took him a moment to register that Edward appeared at his side, presumably to get his own drink, Nate giving him a sideways glance before realizing who it was, his chin bobbing up in greeting once he did. Did he like Edward Morrison? Not at all. Did he hate him as much as some of the people he went to school with? Not quite. Which was a compliment when it came from Nate, really. Even if he was probably the Morrison sibling he liked the least. Speaking of the Morrison's, though...Nate's eyes scanned over the room again, before looking back at Eddie, angling his body towards him slightly. "Your family here, mate?" he asked, no verbal greeting given in favor of leading with the abrupt question.

[sardonicheir]

also what the fuck was up with stede congratulating ed on "turning poison into positivity" when izzy showed up for his performance ?? be so for real right now first of all the crew helped win that treasure it was as much theirs as it was ed's if not more? second of all izzy being how he is right now is not thanks to ed its DESPITE him. its been soo clear that he decided to pick himself up because of the support he got from others after what ed did to him? everyone has been working together so hard to rid themselves of that environment that ed created. its about them choosing to continue to exist and be a community IN THE FACE of what he did. love enduring etc!!! idk it just felt like such an odd choice to be like "wow ed thanks to you everyone is sooo happy rn" when the crew came up with the idea and organized the whole thing themselves?! he was just a bystander in the whole thing im sorry 😭 im really not liking how his whole redemption arc is being written so far

[serenastark-writes]

Chapter 4: Donuts, Revelation and Invinitation

Malibu, California. 2010.

The roar of engines filled the air as the Monaco Grand Prix reached its peak. Serena Stark sat in the backseat of a car, excitement bubbling within her as she watched the live feed of her father, Tony Stark, racing his sleek blue car. The blur of colors on the screen, the screech of tires on asphalt—this was her father in his element, pushing the limits of speed and technology.

Suddenly, the scene on the screen shifted, the camera capturing a figure stepping onto the track. The man wore a jumpsuit, his face obscured by a helmet, but what stood out were the electrified whips he wielded, crackling with deadly energy. Serena’s heart stopped as the figure swung the whips, slicing through the air before bringing them down on the bonnet of Tony’s car. 

The front of the car split away, and Serena’s breath caught in her throat as she watched in horror. The car twisted in the air, flipping upside down before crashing onto the track, trapping Tony inside. 

“Dad!” Serena’s voice trembled as she shouted. 

Pepper Potts, who was in the front seat, gasped, her hands flying to her mouth. “Tony!” 

Happy Hogan, ever the stalwart protector, slammed his foot on the gas, the car lurching forward as they raced to the scene. The chaos that unfolded in front of them was a nightmare, with debris scattered across the track and panicked spectators fleeing in all directions.

When they arrived, Serena’s heart raced as she took in the scene. Her father’s car lay in ruins, smoke curling from the wreckage, and the menacing figure of Whiplash stood over it, his whips sparking as he prepared to strike again.

Just as Whiplash was about to bring the whips down on Tony, Happy steered the car directly into him, slamming into the villain with a loud crash. The impact sent Whiplash stumbling backward, giving them the precious seconds they needed.

“Dad!” Serena cried out as she saw Tony crawling out of the wreckage, his suit tattered, but his spirit unbroken. Relief washed over her, but it was short-lived as she heard her mother’s voice, sharp with fear and anger.

“Are you out of your mind?” Pepper screamed, her voice echoing Serena’s own thoughts as she took in the sight of Tony’s battered form. 

“I was being attacked!” Tony argued back, his voice defensive, yet tinged with the same frustration Serena felt.

Before Serena could chime in, their attention was drawn back to Whiplash, who had recovered from the impact and was advancing toward them again, his whips slicing through the air with deadly precision.

Without a second thought, Serena reached for the suitcase that housed her father’s portable Iron Man suit. Her hands shook with urgency as she fumbled with the locks before finally tossing it to him. Tony caught it with ease, a brief moment of understanding passing between father and daughter before he activated the suit.

With a series of mechanical clicks and whirrs, the suit enveloped Tony’s body, the familiar red and gold armor gleaming under the scorching sun. Serena watched, her heart pounding, as her father stood tall, facing Whiplash head-on.

Flames from the wreckage danced dangerously close to them, but Serena knew, deep in her heart, that as long as her father wore that suit, he would protect them. He was Iron Man, and nothing would stop him from keeping them safe.

Whiplash lashed out, his electrified whips cracking through the air, but Tony was ready. A burst of energy erupted from his suit, sending Whiplash staggering backward. Seizing the opportunity, Tony pressed his advantage, launching a counterattack with the precision and power only Iron Man could muster.

The air was thick with tension as the two adversaries clashed, each refusing to give an inch. Serena held her breath, her hands clenched into fists at her sides as she watched the battle unfold, every strike, every blow, feeling like a direct hit to her own heart.

And then, in a flash of light and heat, it was over.

Whiplash lay defeated, his whips sizzling and smoking as Tony stood victorious amidst the wreckage. The relief that washed over Serena was overwhelming, the tension draining from her body as she let out a shaky breath. Tony was safe, and for now, that was all that mattered.

As they emerged from their car, Serena couldn’t help but feel a surge of gratitude for her father’s bravery and resilience. He was more than just a hero; he was her father, and in that moment, she knew that there was nothing he couldn’t overcome. 

Pepper rushed to Tony’s side, wrapping her arms around him, her earlier anger giving way to pure relief. “Don’t ever scare me like that again,” she whispered, her voice choked with emotion.

Tony hugged her back, his expression softening. “I’m sorry, Pep. But you know me—I can’t just sit back and do nothing.”

Serena joined them, wrapping her arms around her parents, feeling the warmth and safety of their embrace. Together, they stood amidst the chaos, a family united by love and the knowledge that no matter what dangers they faced, they would face them together.

Tony Stark and his daughter, Serena, sat comfortably inside the massive donut atop Randy’s Donuts, the iconic landmark in Los Angeles. It was a perfect day to escape the craziness of the world below, especially after the chaos they had just gone through in Monaco. Tony, clad in his Iron Man suit minus the helmet, casually munched on a glazed donut, while Serena sat beside him, enjoying her own.

“Seriously, Dad?” Serena smirked, watching as Tony took another bite. “A giant donut in a giant donut? You’re going for full-on irony now?” Tony chuckled, brushing off a few crumbs. “What can I say? When you’re feeling existential, nothing beats a good donut.” Just as Serena was about to respond, a voice boomed from below, cutting through their moment of peace. “Starks, I’m gonna have to ask you to exit the donut”

Tony and Serena exchanged glances before leaning over the edge of the donut to see who was shouting. Standing below, in his long black leather coat and eyepatch, was none other than Nick Fury, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. “Great,” Tony muttered, rolling his eyes. “Can’t a guy enjoy a donut in peace?”

“Not when you’ve got a giant target on your back,” Serena quipped, grabbing another donut for the road as she followed her dad down from the oversized pastry. They descended from the donut and landed in front of Fury, who looked at them with his usual stern expression. “I hope you two aren’t thinking of spending the whole day up there,” he said, crossing his arms.

“What can I say, Nick?” Tony said with a nonchalant shrug. “It’s the perfect spot for some father-daughter bonding. You should try it sometime. Fury’s eye narrowed. “We have more pressing matters to discuss. And the world isn’t going to save itself while you’re sitting in a donut.”

Before Tony could make another witty remark, Natasha Romanoff entered, Tony’s assistant—who up until now, Serena had thought was just another one of Tony’s hired hands. But the presence of Daniella Romanoff, Serena's adopted sister, was what truly surprised her. Serena had always known Daniella was a little more intense than your average assistant, but she had never expected this.

“Nat?” Tony asked, surprise evident in his voice as Natasha approached them. “And Dani? What’s going on?” Natasha didn’t break stride as she approached, her expression all business. “We need to talk, Tony. Serena.” Daniella, standing beside her, crossed her arms, her expression a mix of seriousness and concern. “You might want to listen to her, Tony.”

Fury watched the scene unfold with an almost amused glint in his eye. “Allow me to introduce Agent Natasha Romanoff, also known as the Black Widow,” he said, gesturing to Natasha. “And Agent Daniella Romanoff, who has been keeping an eye on you as well.” Tony blinked, glancing between the two women he thought he knew. “You’ve got to be kidding me. You two are S.H.I.E.L.D. agents?” Serena was equally stunned, looking at Daniella with wide eyes. “Daniel, how could you keep this from me?”

Daniella sighed, stepping closer to her sister. “I didn’t want to keep it from you, Ena. But it was for your protection. And for Dad’s. We had to make sure you were safe before we could tell you.”

Tony ran a hand through his hair, the realization slowly sinking in. “So all this time… you two have been spying on me?”

“Not spying,” Natasha corrected. “Protecting. Monitoring. Making sure you don’t get yourself killed while you’re out there playing superhero.” Fury, tired of the chit-chat, stepped forward. “Stark, we need you to focus. The world is changing, and we need to be prepared. That’s where you come in. We’re putting together a team—a team of people with special abilities, and we want you to be a part of it.”

Tony arched an eyebrow, his interest piqued despite himself. “A team? What kind of team?”

“A team to defend the world from threats it can’t handle on its own,” Fury replied. “We’re calling it the Avengers Initiative.”

Serena’s eyes lit up at the mention of the Avengers. She had heard rumors about S.H.I.E.L.D. working on something big, but she never imagined her dad would be at the center of it. “You want Dad to join the Avengers?” she asked, looking between Fury and Natasha.

“We want both of you,” Fury said, his gaze locking onto Serena’s. “You’ve inherited more from your father than just his wit and stubbornness. Your skills and intelligence make you a valuable asset. You’re both needed for what’s coming.” Tony let out a low whistle, leaning back slightly as he considered the offer. “You really think I’m Avenger material?”

Natasha smirked, her serious demeanor softening just a fraction. “With some guidance, yes. But it’s not just about you, Tony. This is about something bigger than all of us.”

Tony glanced at Serena, who looked back at him with a mix of excitement and trepidation. This was a lot to take in. His daughter had already been through so much, and now they were being asked to join a team that would put them both in even greater danger. But he knew they didn’t really have a choice. The world was changing, and they needed to be ready. Tony finally nodded, his usual bravado returning as he looked at Fury. “Alright, Nick. We’re in. But I’m going to need a new suit—and maybe a bigger donut.”

Fury’s lips twitched into a small smile. “I think that can be arranged. Welcome to the Avengers, Stark. Both of you.”

As they walked back to the car, Serena couldn’t help but glance at Daniella, who gave her a reassuring smile. This wasn’t going to be easy, but at least they would face it together—as a family. And as for Tony, he couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride as he looked at Serena, knowing that whatever challenges lay ahead, they would tackle them side by side. After all, they were Starks—and Starks always found a way.

PS: Daniella Romanoff is an OC of @mutantwitchgirl

[cara-mrrsn]

Yes, Cara had run, but that didn't mean this was what she wanted. Leave it to Edward to fail to understand, to see that she was running and assume that meant she wanted to be elected like this. She did. But she wanted to be elected for herself. Not out of pity, not because people recognized her because of Greer. And as soon as her name was called, she had realized just how impossible that was.

How impossible it always would be.

Cara gave Edward a sideways look, all the fierceness in her mood going out of her through her glare as the rest of her posture slumped. "No," she said, looking towards the sash that he had in his hand, offered to her again. It wasn't what she wanted, because she didn't win, not really, not when what Cara was truly competing against wasn't those on the ballot with her. And the sash was just a reminder of that. Without taking it from Edward, she turned on her heel, walking away like she was unbothered, even as her arms wrapped tighter around her midsection. By the time she was back in front of people, she'd have herself together again - even if at the moment, she was barely holding herself there. 

This whole thing was, in fact, fucking stupid. He could agree with her on that – not homecoming itself, but a pretend court and a silly popularity contest. But he suspected that a spiel about why there was no point in partaking in a fictitious crowning that had no real implications whatsoever was not what she wanted to hear at the moment. “Well, yes. But you ran anyways.” He didn’t understand what she was trying to get at with this. Was it just sheer competitiveness? Was it because just making court was not good enough? Was it just because Parker had gotten the crown instead of her?

If so, that was the most Morrison-esque he had ever seen her. Competitive. Insatiable.

But that couldn’t be. He didn’t know her well, and he couldn’t possibly know the causes and the triggers of her misery. But he did notice that there was more than just anger and vindictiveness in her voice. There was a sadness to it as well. He had no idea how to tend to it, though... Maybe a friend would have. Maybe a good brother would have. But to her, he was neither. And so, he did what he had always done. “And you won.” He bent down to pick up her sash and took a quick look at it from up close before he offered it to her again. “Isn’t that what you wanted?” Wasn’t that what they all wanted? The one thing they all had in common? Wasn’t that the fundamental motto of the Morrison family? Victoria aut mors.

[treesofgreen]

If you want to draw a parallel between Izzy and one of Ed's parents why wouldn't you choose the parent who believed the world was a certain way and could not be changed and that the best way to protect Ed from that world was to make sure he understood and kept to his role in it?

[leschanceux]

@strtravels is having a moment with gordy! -

"You were always more a dad than he was." A heavy-ish subject for a quick tea break during a weekend d.i.y. session, perhaps, but Gordy's been thinking things over for a while. "I mean," he starts, taking a quick sip from his gently steaming mug, "you were always there --- always." Football on the weekends, school things, Christmases and birthdays and everything in between --- Gordy's memories are filled with Ed and his mum and Moira and just general happiness as a child, and now, he's a happy almost-adult.

Ed had been the best of the bunch, as far as step-fathers were concerned, really.

They've been building bookshelves for Moira's room while she's off on a trip, the radio playing cheerfully in the background though it's been mostly drowned out by hammering or chatting as they've worked. Gordy'd volunteered his services for the task; Ed might not have needed a hand for the simple project, but the teen had been quick to offer anyway, gratified when he'd been accepted and not just sent away by his step-father.

"Any regrets so far?"