#which made me realise that there's no way back

[insomniadreamzz]

I am sorry

Jinx x Fem!Reader angst

Jinx accidentally shooting Reader

All you could hear was a loud bang before feeling that stinging pain in your left shoulder, yelping as your right hand immediately hold your shoulder, gritting your teeth together at the pain.

Jinx once again lost control of herself, fighting against enforcers, seeing her sister become one of them, it was all too much for her and she kept shooting around herself like crazy only stopping as she heard your yelp, eyes widen as she saw you on the floor being hurt. Everyone else died or they made their way out of here before they could get killed by her gun. She just noticed only you and her being left as she came back to reality again, rushing over to you.

„Oh no! Who shot you?“ Of course she didn’t realise it was her who shot you, her gaze wandering to the wound on your shoulder, seeing blood dripping between your fingers. „J-Jinx…it’s okay I know you didn’t do it on purpose..“ You mentioned as you laid weakly in her arms as she cradled you closer to her. „N-No…no it…can’t be. I am so sorry!“ Jinx was about to panic again but that won’t help both of you. She cupped both of your cheeks, tears running down her own cheeks. „Please don’t die! Please don’t you leave me as well…p-please I need you! I am so sorry!“ The pain in her voice was audible, your heart aching with hearing her being so heartbroken but forming words were so hard for you at this moment, feeling dizzy from the blood loss.

„I am not gonna lose you as well…“ Jinx said, picking you up into her arms as she brought you to Singed. All of this is reminding her of when Silco saved her. She knew it won’t be that bad like when she needed Silco’s help, the difference was you weren’t dead but you passed out in her arms. If she would wait more, you might die but thanks to the shimmer in her veins, Jinx was fast.

„Singed! Please! Please help me.“ Jinx begged, a totally new sight to the man, she usually wasn’t this desperate for help so he already knew something bad happened, his gaze moving to your passed out body in her arms, the blood painting your bodies which was dripping out of your wound but you were still breathing. One good sign.

„Alright I won’t ask. Put her on my table, I will see what I can do.“ He mentioned and Jinx did as he said, letting him do his job as she had to force herself to trust him.

A little time passed, Singed walked over to Jinx who was waiting for you just in another room, not wanting to see what he was doing to you so she won’t fuck up things anymore, his footsteps getting her back to reality. „She is fine. You’re lucky the bullet didn’t hit her heart. I think she will just need time to rest, the bullet is out and her wound wrapped.“ He explained, Jinx couldn’t help but cry, nails digging into her own thighs. „Fuck!…it’s all my fault she ended up hurt like this. Again I am the one who fucks up and loses important people to me!“ She yelled before rushing towards you, you were laying down, your breathing calm and you looked peaceful but Jinx’s heart was broken.

She mumbled something to the voices in her head, having an argument with them while she stayed close by your side, her hand holding yours. A little groan escaped your lips as you slowly came back to reality again, opening your eyes to see Jinx being a total mess beside you, eyes red from crying, her makeup all smudged.

„You’re alive…“ She muttered before hugging you tightly as she broke down on you. „I am so sorry!“ Jinx apologized again, you knew she truly was, gently caressing her back to try to comfort her. „Hey…it’s okay.“ You said, still a little weak, making her look up at you, seeing her cry made you feel so sad. „Jinx…it really-…“ You started but she cut you off. „No! It’s not okay. I almost killed you. Everyone near me dies! I don’t want you to die…you deserve someone better than me…I am just a ticking bomb, if you keep staying with me…I am scared you will die.“ Her whole body was shaking, you couldn’t believe what she just said. You knew a life with her is dangerous but you also didn’t want to live without her. But before you could say anything, Jinx ran away, leaving you there, making your own eyes tear up. This can’t be the end.

A few days later you recovered and Singed gave you permission to leave. Your shoulder was still stinging but that didn’t stop you from going back to Jinx’s hideout. You hoped she was there, hoping she didn’t do anything to herself, knowing her mental health was fucked.

When you arrived there, you saw a mess all around the place, she really must have freaked out the past days. You cursed under your breath, worrying even more now about her health and then you found her. She passed out on her halfway destroyed couch, her knuckles red, bleeding a little, showing you she might have punched something so hard to hurt herself. You frowned as you carefully sat down beside her, a hand slowly approaching her as you wanted to caress her and showing her you are here. „Hey…wake up I am here…“ You whisper and she woke up with a little groan, eyes widening when she saw you. „What are you doing here?? Are you real or am I seeing things again???“

You shook your head, cupping her with tears stained cheeks gently. „It is me. You think I would let you go? I must be stupid to let you go. You are everything to me. Accidents happen, I am not mad at you, nor do I want to leave you. I love you too much for that.“ You explained, making her feel all emotional again as tears ran down her cheeks, her lip quivering „H-How can you still love me…I-I did this…“ Jinx said with a shaky voice, her shaky hand moving to gently touch the bandage that covered your wound.

„Because I do. Love is stronger than anything else you know? We can get through this together. I won’t ever give up on you Jinx.“ You managed to say without breaking out into tears but Jinx did as she just got closer and kissed you, making you kiss her back.

The kiss lasted for a while before you both pulled back to breathe, you wiping her tears from her cheeks with a warm smile and finally Jinx smiled as well. „I love you so much too…you’re my dream girl and I promise you to never hurt you again…“ She said before both of you ended up kissing each other passionately.

[denim-devil]

✫ PT 2 | Bet U Wanna | S.B ✫

Summary - Ben was a douche, the biggest one you’ve ever met, yet something changed in him, especially after meeting you, after coming to realisation that your feelings may be mutual, you decide to push him to his furthest…

“do you understand?”

Ben’s fingers trailed against the top of your tongue, sinking in further, feeling the wet warmth of your throat, the pool of saliva gathering at the entrance of your mouth gushing out to coat the thick digits.

You nod hesitantly, still unsure what was happening, the tension thickened so much so that it distracted you, his smirk grew fonder once you started to bob your head manically, trying to keep yourself focused, trying your best to forget the ache which grew heavier by the second.

“Didn’t hear you, say it louder, only good sluts get rewards…”

He chuckled with a sweet undertone of malice as if his victory had already happened, as if he owned every inch of you yet you tried to cope with knowing he had you dumber by each passing second, his meaty claws squeezing you tight, he had you exposed for himself and his own greed.

Pulling his fingers away gave you some power back to atleast answer, a polite, timid “yes” was the only word that you could muscle up, still wondering what he had in store for you.

“That’s what I like to hear, now turn around, ass up and face down, I wanna see what it’s like…hitting you from the back, gonna bust these balls doll?”

His demeanour had changed completely, he wasn’t as soft, his hard cut edges making an appearance yet it still had you scrambling to your feet, met with his darkened eyes, lust filled and hungry.

Silence fell over you both, heavy breathing mingled, he licked over his lips before darting forward, his tongue sloppily licking it’s way into your mouth, you accepted with no restraint, allowing the burley man to squeeze at your waist, pulling you forward into him.

He grunts, his tongue lazily lapping over your own, spit mixing and growing thick as you passed eachother kisses that reminded you of sunsets and leather, rough yet slow and sensual, maybe that was the kind of man Ben was.

“Fuck yeah, gonna get me in trouble one of these days sweetheart, now…like I said, on the couch-“

His whispers were sharp with dominance, his tongue nothing but pure filth and abomination, he yearned for you, Ben wanted to uncover every single inch of your skin from your neck to your crack, his walls completely crumbled.

Eager fingers do work for your belt, unraveling the leather before you crawl onto the sofa, head nestled into the line separating each cushion, burying yourself and your shyness once you reveal his source of infliction.

He whistled like a business man willing to throw it all away at the same stripper he’d been visiting all week, it was shameful and embarrassing yet Ben couldn’t tear his eyes away, glued to the way your back arched and how your ass popped like a wanted poster, in your face and bold, he was once step closer to breaking you in and it brought nothing but adrenaline and pride.

“You really fucking want this? You want me to bury my dick so far your gonna see stars darlin’? Cause I’d be more then happy to oblige.”

It felt like your brain had short circuited, not sure what to say or do accept show him just how much you wanted this, although he wasn’t oblivious to how you kept looking forward, cheeks red and burning hot, your body on fire.

Ben was so sure of himself, leaning over your arched figure, pressing his entire weight into you. His lips left kisses which were joined by the prickles of his stubble, he made you felt everyone, slowing making his way down your spine, no skin left untainted by his venom.

Taking his time was a virtue, seconds turned into minutes, torturous and invigorating but that’s exactly who he was, watching you squirm in place, the same reporter he lost so many loads to in his hands finally before him in all your naked glory, he bit at his tongue once he reached his destination, sinking to his knees behind you.

“Gone all quiet on me? I’m sure there’s something that’ll have you speak up for me…”

Ben chuckled before slowly sinking his face between your crack, strong hands spreading your cheeks like butter on toast, smooth and quick making sure there was enough space to slot into you like a coin, he’d lose so many if you were a gambling machine.

“Ben—“

It wasn’t that you were questioning him, no, you were intrigued, his hot breath making your hole twitch as if it was an invitation that even Ben couldn’t say no to, his eyes glued to the very spot he was going to devour with every breath.

it drew him in, the skin surrounding your pucker almost velvet-like once a finger skims over the patch. You shiver forcing the goosebumps to stick. Ben almost felt apologetic with his movements, the slowness accompanied by the sudden sharpness, his hands massaging the dough-like muscles in hopes of riling you up, even in the slightest.

Inhaling, he sucks in his bottom lip before smirking. He had a plan, one you seemed shyly to unfold which reflected Ben and his needs also, as the dominant he wanted to wreck you, no more being careful, he needed this as much as you.

The two of you stilled, relaxing into one another. Without much encouragement Ben made the first move, his tongue, wet and warm flicked widely against your hole, leaving a trail of thick saliva coating your entrance.

Ben ushered out breathily before burying his tongue back in, growling, he wiggled it up slowly, the tip swiping over your twitching hole. You push back with need, searching for the piece that had you feel whole.

The vulgarity only made things hotter between you both, the way his tongue began to lavishly lick each and every crevice you offered all the whilst being held down by two particularly strong hands, Ben had his ways and you could only follow his lead.

“Yer taste so damn sweet darlin’-“

With each lap he edged between delving and dipping his tongue inside, even in the slightest you began to curl up, the sensitivity that followed each swipe pushed your body forward back into the pillows, his beard scratching against the now puffy, abused skin adding layers to the pleasure you were receiving.

One of his hands sneakily sink lower, slowly fisting around your leaky cock, hard and aching, you release a hiss giving Ben the impression that not only did you want this, you needed this.

“Ben- fuck- please, I-I need you”

His hand eager to please began it’s torturous pace, flicking his wrist back and forth in time with his tongue, watching as you sink fully into the cushions before you, muffling your needy whines.

Still keeping a fistful of his hair, you feel the warm slobber start to leak down between your thighs, the base of your balls soaked with his saliva. Each lap resulted in slick, lewd smacks and slaps which bounced from wall to wall, filling your ears with nothing but the sound of his actions.

Your cock joined unison, his spit now turned lube had you mush, easily enveloping you, feeling the constant brush of his glove over your tip, tight and harsh, the coil within already threatening to snap.

“That’s it sweetheart, bounce that fat ass back for me”

Smirking lightly against the pillows following that noise, you wiggle your hips against his face allowing his tongue to slip inwards, spread wide, wide enough to start a thrilling pace.

It’s not long before one of his hands slip away from your hip, eagerly dipping down into his boxers, pushing the fabric low enough that he bounces out, a thud-like smack joining the pants and lewd laps, his cock smacking up against his abdomen.

You felt open, broken, his beard scraping you red raw, how could you say no? You were practically brain dead, both of you lost in your own pleasure, Ben could tell by the way you twitched desperately in his hand that you were close, he had every right in him to pull away, collecting the spit within the corners of his mouth to wad on your hole before returning back to the onslaught.

“Gonna cum for me? Gonna show me how much a slut like you can take?”

Ignoring his own needs, his other gloved hand squeezes your hanging testicles like a stress toy, fondling and squeezing. That’s when it happened, your whole body going stiff, his face still buried in your boy cunt, smirking all the whilst his hand carries on, feeling each spurt of your load jolt out and splash onto his fingers.

“Fuck, sir p-please…”

He wasn’t stopping and the fact you even insisted whilst drenched in sweat, body limp, your cock oozing a thick layer of cum had him questioning how far you were willing to take this, he wasn’t done, far from it.

You look back at him, his hair tousled in different directions, his beard and lips glossy with saliva, you were so done for.

“You think I’m done? That’s not even half of what I can do…”

[useless-catalanfacts]

I have added English subtitles to this video posted by Helena Sotoca on Instagram. She's from Madrid (Spain) but has been living in Catalonia for 7 years. As she explained in another video, she didn't learn any Catalan the first 3 years she lived here, but then realised how she was imposing Spanish on her group of Catalan friends and how important it was for her friends to keep their language, so she learned it. She is very happy about this decision which has allowed her to integrate more in Catalan society and culture.

In this video, she gives her personal opinion on why languages are not only "a way to understand each other". This sentence is something that we speakers of discriminated languages have to hear all the time (in fact, I was reminded of this video a few days ago because @beautiful-basque-country got that comment). Many times, they'll say: "why are you so annoying about wanting to be able to speak your language? A language is only a tool to understand each other, so if you speak both [the local language and the imperial language], why not just always speak [the imperial language]?".

This mindset is what leads to language extermination. First of all, because it assumes that our languages are less worthy of existence and thus that the language's community is less worthy of existence. If I stop speaking my language, I stop being a part of me. If all my culture stops speaking our language, we stop existing. Language is deeply tied to culture, it's through language that we think and transmit our worldview, and there are many aspects of our culture and our landscape that we can only describe in our language, because only we have the specific words to describe it or because the translation loses nuance, context, and connotations. Remove language, and the rest of the culture will soon follow.

Secondly, it erases the reason why we speak the state's language, which is usually because of imposition through violence, and justifies this imposition because the imperial violence of the past that made the imperial language more widely spoken is now the reason why speakers of the imperial language deserve more rights than those who suffered the imposition.

But besides these more social reasons, I like how Helena explains her personal relation to the language in this video. She also shows us one of the reasons why it's so important to promote discriminated languages to be used in public (and not only hidden at home): when you meet someone speaking a language, you form a bond with them in that language and it can be difficult to change. Speakers of minoritized languages often meet each other in contexts in which they're socially pressured to speak the state's language, and so we find the situation where a group of friends who are all native speakers of the minoritized language will form a bond in the state's language. Thus, slowly, because of the state's language imposition in the public sphere (this is what the "speak the state language if there's even 1 person who might not speak the local language! Languages are only a tool for communication!" mindset pushes us to), the local language gets pushed aside more and more, until we can't have a normal life in it and the state's language imposition becomes absolute, and the local language dies, taking with it its culture, history, and connection to the land and ancestors.

With some work, it can be reversed. I've explained this before but I'll say it again because it's relevant. My parents met in Spanish, because they met in high school and back then speaking Catalan in schools was strictly forbidden and punished. They were speaking in Spanish even when they started dating, but they realised how absurd it was that two native Catalan speakers spoke Spanish to each other and how it was a result of Francoist policy. They decided they don't want Francoism to infiltrate our personal lives, so they made the effort and switched. Maintaining the language of their surroundings, their culture, their land, they became even closer. And, thanks to their decision, when I was born I had the luck of being a native speaker of the language too, because it's what we've always spoken at home. But they did it because they had a political antifascist conscience, many people don't think much about it and just go with what is easier. If they had done that, the language would have lost them and also me. Multiply this for how many people meet each other in settings where social pressure or social rules promote speaking the imperial language instead of the local one that is closer to their hearts.

So no, a language is not only a tool to understand each other. It's also what allows us to speak according to our own understanding of the world (instead of assimilating into another's worldview), it gives meaning to our surroundings (both nature, the names we give to places, etc), every word is an unbroken chain with all of those who came before us, it allows us to understand our ancestors whether that be through their writing or songs they passed down or legends, it's an integral part of the human relations we establish, and so much more. Every language is worth everything. Every language has the right to exist and to thrive.

[rivendell-poet]

i absolutely adore ur headcanons posts with the lotr characters but i didn’t know how many characters you take requests for per headcanon post so i’ll keep it very short ehehe

how would the elves (legolas, thranduil, lindir, glorfindel, meludir, haldir and feren) react to human who is just affectionate even before courtship starts? morning hugs, lemme braid ur hair, surprise tackle hugs or see u later forehead kisses? just thought it would be funny to see the elves go beet red with perked up ears since y’know, they’re not as affectionate as humans

thanks so much! (and so sorry for the wait, completely my bad) legit an honour to have you request from me/say you like my works. and I completely agree with the thought being funny, and here it is as headcanons!

(full disclosure, i've written once/not at all for the last three characters - please tell me if they're ooc)

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○ Legolas ○ Thranduil ○ Haldir ○ Lindir ○ Meludir ○ Feren ○ Glorfindel ○

GN!Reader | TWs : None | Wordcount : 1.3k

𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐬

✧ Depends on if he’s travelled with the Fellowship, or if he hasn’t.

✧ Either way he’ll go still for a second, eyes gently going to you as if to check you’re actually doing what you’re doing. And of course there’s a light blush that’s spreading across his face.

✧ He gingerly hugs you back, unsure whether or not to squeeze you in it like you’re squeezing him. And when you give him a little forehead kiss he simply freezes in your arms. 

✧ Wonders, just for a second, if you somehow started courting and he didn’t realise. Then he simply stays there and gives a smile.

✧ It isn’t forced, just slightly uncertain - he’s never experienced this before.

✧ Later comes up to you and awkwardly thanks you before retreating backwards.

✧ If he’s been in the Fellowship for long enough he starts to reciprocate the gestures on a smaller scale.

✧ Legolas can very easily be convinced to braid your hair as well, and he takes it very seriously.

✧ Lays out his cloak so you can sit on the grass. Does a few small ones so you can see which one is preferable.

✧ When you’re not courting he feels a little guilty doing it - as your hair falls through his fingers it’s almost like you are together. And he doesn’t want to take advantage of that. But he likes you too much to stop, and you braid his hair as well.

✧ Is probably the quickest of the elves to get used to it, aside from Glorfindel.

𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐢𝐥

✧ In an odd way, he’s one of the elves who craves it the most.

✧ Everyone else has some casual touches, a reassuring gesture by a friend. But no-one is brave enough to touch the King of Mirkwood. Until you.

✧ He’s missed warmth, he’s missed the sense of other people that you can now bring.

✧ Thranduil finds himself at first leaning into the hugs, before remembering that he should be proper. That he’s maintained a colder persona for so long. (He still can’t fully hide his reluctance as he pulls away.)

✧ The people who know him well are surprised when he doesn’t admonish you, before they realise why. You don’t understand why the king is suddenly glaring at someone behind you.

✧ Eventually he starts to return the gestures as well, although to start they are more careful.

✧ As begins to braid your hair - the light touches causing some strands to escape and generally become loose - you remind him that you’re not made of glass.

✧ You’ve been able to almost tackle him with a surprise hug, he can touch you with more than a feather-light weight.

✧ Once the two of you start courting he accepts the gestures more easily, although he’ll never become quite as good at spontaneous physical gestures of affection.

✧ Throughout the entire time he remains impressively blush free, although he does tense quite a lot.

𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐫

✧ You’ve seen how the poor elf froze when Aragorn simply hugged him. He’s very unused to gestures like this.

✧ He does like them - or at least, judging by the way he’ll steadily grow red he thinks he does. Or maybe he simply likes you.

✧ You have almost certainly triggered his fight/flight/freeze instinct on more than one occasion with a surprise hug, although he’s getting better at it. There’s a low chuckle, and a small smile when he realises it’s just you.

✧ People being this naturally affectionate is a curiosity to him, but when it comes from you it’s something he’s eager to know more about.

✧ Although the gestures, the small kiss on your forehead in greeting and such, are at first stiff and uncertain he gets better with them.

✧ Half the time when he’s greeting you with a forehead kiss, his lips really want to ask you ‘what are we?��. Or perhaps kiss yours.

✧ Still, Haldir is content to wait for a while. Even if he freezes up, your gestures still mean so much to him.

✧ Things become clearer when you eventually start courting, and all the affection feels more natural to him.

✧ There’s moments where Haldir simply blushes as he stands next to you, but every day the elf becomes more sure of your bond - and gives more expression to it.

𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐫

✧ Also blushes a lot, his breath slightly catching before he tries to amend whatever he’s done. A small cough, or perhaps a bow to you in greeting - a vague hope some of the red will have gone when he comes up again.

✧ How you greet him, the quick kisses or the hugs, pulls him straight into romance stories he hasn’t read (or at least acknowledged reading) since he was a young elfling.

✧ And even then the gestures where between those already together, not like the two of you.

✧ Yet he doesn’t ever draw away, finds his gaze lingering on whatever has occurred.

✧ After the first time you’d braided his hair he’d nervously approached you again, asking if you braid it the following day as well.

✧ What you’re doing is unusual, but he can’t bring himself to care. Even the worries he has about seem to dissipate when you smile at him, or say goodbye with a kiss.

✧ Even after you start courting he still can’t stop his face from blushing horribly. Although he no longer hides it - he’s proud to be that deeply in love with you.

𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐫

✧ When you first meet him, your interaction is brief. Not too many words exchanged as he talks to you, and then again as you disappear. Except for ‘goodbye’ kiss you give him.

✧ It’s feather light, but as an elf he could feel it so clearly. The brush of your lips against his skin, the way your eyes had sparkled. How quickly blush had rushed to his cheeks.

✧ Meludir lifts a hand to the spot you touched him, almost as if expecting something. But there is nothing, just the memory of your affection.

✧ Unlike the other elves, he can’t help but try to seek out your affection. Returning a friendly kiss with a gesture of his own, even if he can’t quite bring himself to kiss you back.

✧ There’s always a smile on his face after you’ve done something, big or small, and a sprinkling of blush to accompany it.

𝐅𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧

✧ The first time you do such a gesture to him he’s quite certain that it’s by mistake.

✧ The second time you do it, or something similar, you can see him freeze for a second (trying to process it) before he turns to you. Almost confused, trying to understand why.

✧ Feren eventually just accepts it, although that doesn’t stop him from getting slightly flustered.

✧ As a diplomat the brief kisses, the friendly greetings aren’t too bad. He can adapt, he can get used to this new social interaction. What he can’t get used to is the more intimate gestures of affection.

✧ You truly see him flustered for the first time when you offer to braid his hair. The way he looks to you, words suddenly gone as you smile at him.

✧ It’s also these interactions he craves more than anything else.

𝐆𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐥

✧ There is a small part of you that’s, quietly, intimidated by the golden warrior. But when he laughs with you, a rich, lighter laugh than you expected accompanied by a radiant smile, you realise you have nothing to be afraid of.

✧ Still, the goodbye hug you give him is slightly shy.

✧ There’s a moment where he simply lets you hug him, before he ever-so-gently returns the gesture; careful to be light and to not trap you.

✧ The smile he had on his face is still there when you pull away, which gives you a little more confidence.

✧ And Glorfindel is so happy you have the confidence. He’ll still blush when you’re affectionate, but it’s more because he likes you than he’s embarrassed.

✧ (One exception is the kisses, which do turn his ears red. He still looks forward to them from you, however.)

✧ Will return quite a few of the gestures, although like Thranduil you have to remind him that you’re not made of glass.

A/N : Comes back to drop this fic with no explanation, leaves immediately again- Just kidding. I should be back again, sorry for the long wait; I've been very ill & then my laptop broke, so. 2025 been going... interestingly

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[lumiambrose]

✰ Come and mess me up

featuring: rin itoshi x fem!reader

summary: brat tamer rin for anon xx

wc: 1.5k

tags: smut, p in v, throat fucking/training, use of toys, double penetration, degredation, overstimulation

“Darling, you know I love you, right?” Is quite a common phrase you hear moments before you sleep with your boyfriend, Rin. Not because he’ll be mean to you, more so because he can lose himself in these passionate moments with you.

Today, though, is an exception. Considering you’ve been especially annoying today. All he wanted was a quiet outing with just the two of you, but no. You just couldn’t keep your pretty hands off him, especially when the damn paparazzi was around, leaving them with questionable photos of the young genius.

So the moment the two of you made it back to the safety of your apartment, he pinned you to the sofa, trapping you with nothing but his large hands as he said that very line you’re so used to hearing. Only for him to whisper into your ear afterwards, “Good. Because once I’m done with you, you’ll think I fucking hate you.”

Which is where you find yourself now, face dangling off the bed as Rin uses your mouth as his fuckhole. Cock piercing your lips with each thrust, pushing until he knows he’s hit the back of your throat. You’ve never seen Rin like this before. Sure, he can get a bit chaotic in bed but never straight-up mean. You weren’t complaining, though. You quite liked this side of him.

“Look at you. So pretty beneath me, right where you belong.” Rin's hips snapped forward, cock relentlessly plunging into the warm, welcoming depths of your mouth. He set a brutal pace, one you can barely keep up with. Drool forming at the corners of your stretched lips as he used you, lost in his own twisted pleasure.

His fingers tangle in your hair, gripping tightly as he holds you in place. His breath coming in ragged pants, as the obscene sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the room. He’s chasing his release, and it’s obvious he’s nearing it with how desperately he’s fucking your lips.

“You gonna take my cum, hmm? Like a good cumslut, right?” You reply with a muffled noise of approval, the only sound able to leave your lips as he doesn’t stop, not even giving you a chance to answer properly. But he doesn’t care; that’s all he needed as he finally met his release. Holding you in place as a low groan escapes him, his hot seed filling your throat.

But no, he’s not done. Far from it.

After a few seconds, he pulls out, a string of saliva chaining his cock to your lips, which quickly breaks as he searches the room, giving you a brief moment to catch your breath.

It’s not long until you feel his hands gripping your thighs, pushing them apart and prodding something at your entrance. It takes you a few seconds to realise it’s the vibrator that he bought for the two of you months ago, though you barely find need to use it.

“Let’s get you nice and wet for me,” he murmurs as he finally pushes the vibrator between your folds. A faint whimper escaping your lips before the small egg turns on, small waves vibrating inside you.

Rin’s attention makes its way to your upper body, specifically your tits. Grabbing one of the mounds with his hand to lick and suck on whilst the other snakes its way to your throat, slightly pressing down on your airways.

Rin's tongue swirls around your nipple, teasing the sensitive bud until it stiffens under his ministrations. He sucked hard, his teeth grazing the tender flesh as his hand around your throat tightened ever so slightly. The vibrator buzzing insistently between your legs, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through your core as your first orgasm nears.

You squirm desperately under Rin’s touch, encouraging him to bring you to your peak. And he does just that. The hand around your throat squeezing you tighter as the hand on your chest trails down to tease your clit, giving you just enough to come undone all over the vibrator, still pulsating inside of you.

“That desperate, huh? What a cheap slut I have,” he comments as he pulls away from your body, though you’re too dazed to take in his comments. In fact, you’re so focused on coming down from your high that you don’t even register Rin placing your legs on his shoulders, aligning his rehardened cock with your entrance.

“You want my cock, slut?” He coos. “Want me to stuff you full with the vibrator inside of you?”

You nod eagerly, not giving him any time to waste as his cock prods your folds, slowly pushing them apart as he enters you, making space inside of your already stuffed cunt.

As a needy whine escapes your lips, and a groan leaves his, finally bottoming out inside of you. The vibrations of the vibrator against Rin’s cock inside of you is overwhelming, especially as you’re still sensitive from your orgasm.

Rin doesn’t care, though. Not even giving you time to adjust as he begins moving inside of you. Your walls squeezing him and the vibrator, moans escaping your lips with every movement. To your luck, the pace he initially set was slower than when he was down your throat, though making sure to reach deep inside of you with each thrust. Cock pistoning in and out of your cunt, as the slick from your prior orgasm coated his cock.

He looms over you, his eyes locked onto yours as he fucks you in painfully slow strokes. “Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight.” He murmurs as he leans in closer, his lips now brushing against your ear as he whispers, “You love this, don’t you, slut? Being stuffed full of my cock and your little toy, used for my pleasure?”

His hand slides up your body, palming your breast roughly before moving to your throat. He wraps his fingers around your slender neck, squeezing lightly as he picks up the pace of his thrusts. His hips snapping forward, driving into you harder, deeper, his heavy balls slapping against your ass with each forceful plunge.

The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin mingles with your wanton moans and Rin's guttural grunts. Your pussy clenching and fluttering around his pistoning shaft as the vibrator only helps as it pushes you closer to the edge. Rin can feel your body tensing, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps as your climax approaches.

"That's it, cum for me again," he growls, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing the sensitive nub in tight, rough circles. "Cum all over my cock like the desperate slut you are. Show me how much you fucking need it." He orders, the grip on your throat tightening as he fucks you senseless.

Your walls clamp down like a vice, gripping Rin's cock as your climax crashes over you. A scream tearing from your throat, your body convulsing as ecstasy consumes you. Rin groans deeply at the sight of your second orgasm, feeling as your pussy spasms and quivers around him, your release only nearing his own.

He doesn’t let you recover, keeping the brutal pace from earlier. Rin's hips keep slamming against yours, the force of his thrusts rocking your entire body. Beads of sweat dripped down his chest, his muscles flexing and rippling as he ruts into you with single-minded intensity. He’s so close, and the only thing on his mind currently is stuffing you full of his cum.

You, on the other hand, haven’t even come down from your orgasm, whines and noises leaving your lips as you struggle to get ahold of yourself, your entire body shaking from the overstimulation.

“R-Rin! S’too much! Please…” but your voice trails off into more moans as your pleas only drive him further. Both hands squeezing your tits as he drives into you, his own low moans filling the room along with yours.

“Shut up, slut. Gonna fucking fill you up, gonna make you scream for me.” He angles his hips, hammering directly into that one spot deep inside you with every plunge. The added stimulation from the vibrator sending you into a feeling you would compare to pure euphoria. Rin's thumb teases your clit mercilessly, the rough friction pushing you past the point of no return.

To your surprise, you find yourself coming undone on his cock for the third time tonight, screaming his name as your hands find his arms, gripping onto them brutally as tears form in the corners of your eyes. Your cunt squeezing him so tight as he reaches his own limit.

With one final, brutal thrust, he buries himself to the hilt and stills. finally emptying himself inside you, flooding your spasming cunt with his hot seed. Short breaths escaping him as he rides out his orgasm with you beneath him.

Only afterwards does he pull out of you, turning the vibrator off and grabbing the glass of water on your bedside table. “You ok, darling?” he asks, giving you the glass as he wipes the tears from your cheeks. “Was I too harsh on you?”

Though a proper sentence couldn’t leave your lips, instead a strained noise of approval. Putting the glass to the side, you pull your boyfriend closer to you, letting yourself fall asleep on him. Guess Rin will have to show you just how sorry he is once you wake up.

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Breaking the Silence, posted by Neil Gaiman at 10:20 AM (1/14/25)

I haven't had a chance to process this yet, but NG has posted on his website:

Text below the cut if you don't want to follow the link (And a reminder to everyone, please be radically fucking kind to everyone as they process this in their own ways):

"Over the past many months, I have watched the stories circulating the internet about me with horror and dismay. I’ve stayed quiet until now, both out of respect for the people who were sharing their stories and out of a desire not to draw even more attention to a lot of misinformation. I've always tried to be a private person, and felt increasingly that social media was the wrong place to talk about important personal matters. I've now reached the point where I feel that I should say something.

As I read through this latest collection of accounts, there are moments I half-recognise and moments I don’t, descriptions of things that happened sitting beside things that emphatically did not happen. I’m far from a perfect person, but I have never engaged in non-consensual sexual activity with anyone. Ever. 

I went back to read the messages I exchanged with the women around and following the occasions that have subsequently been reported as being abusive. These messages read now as they did when I received them – of two people enjoying entirely consensual sexual relationships and wanting to see one another again. At the time I was in those relationships, they seemed positive and happy on both sides.

And I also realise, looking through them, years later, that I could have and should have done so much better. I was emotionally unavailable while being sexually available, self-focused and not as thoughtful as I could or should have been. I was obviously careless with people's hearts and feelings, and that's something that I really, deeply regret. It was selfish of me. I was caught up in my own story and I ignored other people's.

I’ve spent some months now taking a long, hard look at who I have been and how I have made people feel. 

Like most of us, I’m learning, and I'm trying to do the work needed, and I know that that's not an overnight process. I hope that with the help of good people, I'll continue to grow. I understand that not everyone will believe me or even care what I say but I’ll be doing the work anyway, for myself, my family and the people I love. I will be doing my very best to deserve their trust, as well as the trust of my readers.

At the same time, as I reflect on my past – and as I re-review everything that actually happened as opposed to what is being alleged – I don't accept there was any abuse. To repeat, I have never engaged in non-consensual sexual activity with anyone.

Some of the horrible stories now being told simply never happened, while others have been so distorted from what actually took place that they bear no relationship to reality. I am prepared to take responsibility for any missteps I made. I’m not willing to turn my back on the truth, and I can't accept being described as someone I am not, and cannot and will not admit to doing things I didn't do."

Here's information about yesterday's article, which he's responding to:

And another reminder to everyone, please be radically fucking kind to everyone as they process this in their own ways.

[runningincircl3s]

Nothing Ever After

Noah Sebastian x Reader x Vinny Mauro

Chapter Twenty-Four

chapter warnings: smut! mdni!! :) i cannot for the life of me possibly say anything insulting towards noah or vin so bare that in mind!

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i decided at 2am last night to completely rewrite this chapter for some reason, i just wasn't happy with what i already had and then my sleep deprived brain came up with this which i honestly can't tell if it's better or worse hahah but either way, happy monday!! <3 (editing this felt like a fever dream?) (also, the alt title for this would be girl, so confusing LMAO)

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“Oh my god… Vin…” You groan, your back arching further than you thought was possible. His hands were gripping your hips, holding you in place as he thrust into you from behind. You were on all fours, your face smushed against the pillow as he leans down, placing a delicate kiss on your back. 

“That’s not all, sweetheart.” Noah said, a devilish smirk on his face as he unbuttoned his pants. 

You turn your head, reaching your hand out for him as you grinned to yourself. 

“That’s right, baby,” Vinny coos, “Open your mouth for him, show him what you can do.”

You do as Vin says, and Noah slips two fingers into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue before you begin to suck on them, still pumping his cock in your fist. 

You don’t remember moving, but before you knew it you were lying in Vin’s lap, your back against his chest as he kissed your neck, his hair tickling you as his hands pawed at your boobs. Noah had his face between your legs, his strong arms holding them apart as his tongue worked tirelessly against your cunt, sucking and teasing your clit. You were going to fall apart again, and as Vinny rolled one of your nipples between his fingers, his teeth grazing your neck as he did so, you felt yet another orgasm wash over you, your legs trembling as they tried to close around Noah. 

You must’ve passed out temporarily, as when you came back to your senses, their places had switched. Vin was now between your legs, eager to please you as you lied against Noah’s tattooed chest, you reached your hand behind you, gripping one of his biceps as Vinny ate you out. Noah took his time with his face buried between your thighs, every move was thought out and purposeful, knowing exactly what to do to make you feel good and what to do to tease you, whereas Vinny was more sloppy, he didn’t really have any technique but boy he sure knew what made you feel good. His eyes fell shut as he moved his hand to your lower stomach, applying just the right pressure that made you see stars. His tongue continued to lap and lick at you as Noah turned your head to kiss you, you couldn’t help but moan against his lips, practically panting as you felt that feeling build up again.

“Don’t stop,” you whimpered against Noah’s lips, “Too… Too good.” 

“I think we’ve ruined her.” You hear Noah say, a smirk plastered on his face. 

“No,” Vin said, replacing his tongue with his fingers, “She’s got at least another two more in her. Isn’t that right, baby?”

“Yes,” you nodded, “Yes…”

You flinched as you woke up, taking a moment to come back to your senses and realise where you actually were... In your hotel room with... Was it Vinny lying next to you? You leaned over, seeing one of his rogue curls and you knew it was Vin. You lied back down, shutting your eyes and trying to go back to sleep, but there was an ache between your thighs as you thought back to your dream. Surely Vin wouldn't notice if you slipped your hand into your- oh! You weren't wearing any underwear?

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“Fuck,” Vinny groaned at the sound of his phone ringing, waking the both of you up as his screen lit up the hotel room. He reached over for it, seeing as it was Justin calling, and answered, “Hello?”

��Hey, where are you?” He laughed, “We’re leaving in 20 minutes and we’re all waiting on you.” 

“Oh, shit,” Vinny sat up, “Uh… Okay… Tell the guys I overslept, I’ll be there as quick as I can.” 

You roll over, yawning as you look up at him. 

“You better get up.” You smile, still feeling a little dazy after being rudely awoken from another wonderful dream. 

“I know,” he sighed, kicking his legs out of the sheets and beginning to get dressed, “I woke up to my alarm but I hit snooze and I guess it just didn’t go off again.”

You smiled as he ran his fingers through his hair, looking into the mirror. You loved the way he looked (and sounded) in the mornings, but he never seemed to believe you.

It was the final month of tour, and recently, the two of you have managed to keep your somewhat of a relationship very undercover, nobody had mentioned anything so you both assumed no one suspected a thing. You couldn’t say the same about you and Noah, however. Everybody was under the impression that the two of you were together, so you let them believe what they wanted. You weren't going to argue anymore, but it was clear it upset Vin when the guys would make comments about you and Noah. 

Noah still had his suspicions about you and Vin, which was understandable. He was a very observant person, so you would be more worried if he didn’t suspect anything at all. But you had noticed how his mood would change when Vinny was around now, and he made a lot of unnecessary comments about him behind his back, which hurt you as you so desperately wanted to stand up for him.

“I can’t believe we leave for California tomorrow.” You rub your eyes.

“I know,” he smiled, throwing his shirt over his head, “And I can’t wait to sleep in my own bed again at the end of the month, I’m surprised we’ve not cancelled the tour just to go home and take a nap.” 

“You guys just have a very strong work ethic.” You met his gaze with a smile.

However, the atmosphere shifted entirely when there was a knock at your door. 

“Y/n? Are you up?” 

Fuck. It was Noah. 

You and Vin stared at each other in fear, and you pointed down to the bathroom. Vinny nodded, grabbed his things and hid, pulling the door up slightly behind him. 

“Y/n?” He persisted. 

“Yeah,” you shouted, throwing a (hopefully clean) pair of underwear on, “I’m coming!” 

“I thought you’d be used to these early mornings by now.” He chuckled as you opened the door.

“I was just about to take a shower,” you smiled, “What time do we have to be out by?”

“Just before 9,” he nodded, “If that’s the case I’ll leave you to it,” he smirked, “Unless… I don’t know… You want me to join you…” 

You gave him a soft smile before shaking your head.

“Not this morning, I feel icky, I got my period in the night-”

“You know that doesn’t bother me.” 

“I know but I just want to take a shower and get ready and then I’ll meet you by the bus, okay? Are the others awake?”

“Everyone’s on the bus already,” he chuckled, “We’re just waiting on you… And I think the Motionless guys are waiting for Vin.”

“Fuck, he’s probably still asleep. I’ll, uh… I’ll call him when I’m done.”

Noah nodded his head. 

“Cool, don’t be too long.” He smiled before walking off. 

“Shit…” Vinny groaned as you shut the door again, “I better leave.”

“You might want to wait for Noah to be out of the way first.” You say, afraid of what might happen if Noah was to see Vinny walk out of your room.

“Oh yeah?” He smirked, his eyebrows raised as his hands pulled you closer by your waist, “So… About that shower?”

You give him a look to say really, before seeing you still had 45 minutes before you had to leave.

“You’re gonna be the death of me, Vincenzo.” 

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The guys had finished loading everything into tonight’s venue, and before soundcheck began, you went around and took everybody’s lunch orders, seeing as it was your turn today.

You and Angela had come up with a plan to resolve whatever was going on between Noah and Vinny, as the past week had almost driven you insane…

“Does he ever stop?” Noah sighed, glaring at Vinny from across the room, who seemed in quite a good mood as he sang, not only obnoxiously loud but also out of tune, for Rick’s vlog. "I get a headache just looking at him."

…

“All I wanted was a minute of peace to go and piss and guess who fucking walked in the bathroom after me and covered everything in black paint?!” Noah groaned, sitting down beside you on the couch. "It's like I can't escape him."

…

“I just want to know how those guys have put up with him for ten years. I can’t stand to be around him for any more than ten minutes. He’s so fucking annoying.” Noah huffed, pulling his phone out of his pocket as he stood beside you.

…

“I don’t know what you see in him…” Vinny said, glancing over at Noah, “He’s so… Boring.”

…

Vinny sat at his drum kit, setting it up for the night. Noah stood by the side of the stage, talking to Ruffilo. As Vin played what sounded like the intro to Thoughts and Prayers, Noah snickered, before shouting over to him. 

“Something sounds really off, man.” 

Vinny furrowed his eyebrows, shaking his head. 

“It shouldn’t be-”

“No, something’s definitely not right, I can ask Folio if he could help you-”

“No. It’s literally fine,” Vinny said before sighing and whispering under his breath, "Prick."

…

Walking into the greenroom, you grinned as you spotted Vin sat on the couch in his usual position- legs spread, leaned back, phone in his hand, resting bitch face…

“Oi. Chenzo," you poked him on the shoulder, "It’s my turn to pick up lunch today, wanna come with me?” You asked him with a somewhat frightening smile.

“Are you serious?” He raised an eyebrow. 

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“What would Noah think?” He asked cautiously.

“He’s coming with us!” You grinned, watching confusion paint Vinny’s face. 

“He is?” Vinny blinked, his confusion now turning to horror. 

“Vin, look. It’s the last month of tour, there’s only a few weeks left and I just want you and Noah to end it on good terms, it'll make me happy to see you two get along...”

Vinny hesitated for a moment, before agreeing to join you two. 

“Great, Angela’s letting me borrow her car so we don’t have to walk this time!”

“It better not feel like I’m third wheeling-“

“Hey, it’s gonna be fine. I’ve got this all planned out.” You said with a smile, reaching into your bag and taking Angela’s keys. “Let’s go, drummer boy.”

“Don’t call me that.” He said, causing you to smirk at the blush creeping up on his cheeks. 

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You told Noah to meet you in the parking lot, but it came as a surprise when he saw Vinny trailing behind you. 

“What’s he doing here?” Noah asked, his eyes narrowing as you shook your head, getting into the driver's seat. 

“I asked him to come too! You two are going to talk and resolve whatever it is that you've got going on between you and be friends! Whether you like it or not.” You say before shutting the door. 

“Is that a threat?” You heard Vin chuckle as he got into the back, sitting behind you, since it appeared Noah had claimed the passenger seat. 

“Nuh-uh!” You reach over, holding the door shut and pointing to the back seat, “Get in the back with your new friend Vin!"

Noah stopped and stared at you like you’d lost your mind. 

“You’re serious?”

“Completely." You smiled, "Now get in the back.” 

“You're crazy.” Noah shook his head as he squeezed into the back of Angela’s rather small car. It certainly wasn’t made for someone who was 6’3, that was for sure. 

“You good there?” Vinny chuckled at Noah, who was now beginning to regret every decision he had ever made that lead up to this moment. 

“Clearly this car wasn’t made for anyone over five feet..." He groaned as he shut the door, "Hey, it’s perfect for you.” 

“No!” You turned around, facing the two men sat in the back, “If you haven’t got anything nice to say to each other, don’t say anything.”

So, naturally, the drive to the restaurant was silent and awkward for all three of you, and you started to wonder whether this was really a good idea. As you pulled up to the drive through, you heard Vin lower his window. 

“Wait, so who's ordering?” Noah asked. 

“I know what the guys want,” you say, pulling up your notes app on your phone, “So the two of you can order for yourselves.” 

You warn the worker that you were going to give a big order, before beginning to read from your list. 

“And you guys?” You turn back to look at Noah. 

“I’ll get the caesar chicken wrap with fries... Oh, and a milkshake.” He said, but Vinny smirked as he leaned his head out of the window. 

“He actually meant to say he’ll get the double bacon cheeseburger with large fries and a diet coke-“

“Vinny!” You scold him, before apologising, and ordering for Noah. 

You were asked to park and wait for your order, which you were expecting to be waiting ages for, but thankfully it was brought out rather quickly. 

You thanked the workers, apologising for the inconvenience of such a big order, and sat the bags of food down on the passenger seat, praying they wouldn’t fall if you had to suddenly break. 

You sighed as you pulled off and began to drive back to the venue, feeling as if this afternoon had been a waste. Until you came to a halt. 

“Fucking traffic,” you groaned, “Just great.” 

"Just honk." Vinny suggested, rummaging through one of the bags for his fries.

“Shit it looks like we’re gonna be here for a while.” Noah observes, looking at the cars ahead.

“Hey, maybe this is a good thing,” you smile, turning back to the guys, “It’s bonding time!” 

They both gave you a blank stare, which you couldn’t help but chuckle at. 

“When the two of you finally get out of this car, you’re going to be friends, okay?”

“I’m cool with that.” Vinny shrugs, mouth full of fries as he turned to Noah, “We’ve not got long left together, what is there to lose?”

“I guess,” Noah sighs, readjusting his cramped legs, “So what do you want us to do? Name three things we like about each other?” He chuckles. 

“That’s a great idea!” You gasp, “Noah, you can go first.”

You watch as Noah swallows his pride, sighing before his eyes meet Vinny’s. 

“I do think you’re a sick drummer, one of the best right now actually, and I’ve thought so for years, I guess I never had the chance to tell you,” Noah takes a breath before continuing, “I think you’re funny sometimes I guess… It’s impressive how the atmosphere changes as soon as you step into the room. And I think your hair is pretty cool.” 

You were taken back by Noah’s words, surprised he actually gave a serious answer. As you looked at Vin, you could see he was clearly shocked too, and if you squinted… were his eyes glossy? 

“Your turn.” You nod at Vinny, who pauses to think for a moment. 

“I think you’re so fucking talented, I’d never admit it in any other situation but… Sometimes when I hear you sing I can’t believe you’re real.” Vinny confesses, causing you and Noah to both laugh, “I like your tattoos, and… Uh, I admire your dedication to everything you do.” 

“I’m surprised you both took that seriously,” you smile, “So now let's really get into it, why don’t you tell each other what you don’t like about each other… Vinny, you go first this time.”

You watch Vinny’s eyes fill with terror, he wanted to be honest and to take this opportunity to get everything out and off his chest, but he worried it would only make things worse for you. 

He wanted to say, I don’t like the way you control y/n, how you make her feel as if she can’t even be my friend. I don’t like the way you think you own her, when she doesn’t even want to be in a relationship with you. 

As he thought about that, something clicked in Vinny’s brain for the first time, something he should’ve realised a long time ago.

Surely, when the tour is over you would choose him!

You’re simply leading Noah on because he invited you on the tour, so if you were to let him go then what would you do? Because if you truly loved Noah, why would you even look in Vinny’s direction?!

It was him. It was always him.

Or so he believed. 

“I don’t like that you’re always judging me, analysing every small thing I do and finding a way to criticise me about it. I don’t like that you think you’re better than me, that you seem to have some kind of God complex, that you don’t like when you can’t have things your way-” Vinny paused as he could feel his heart starting to race, the rage that had been building up for weeks about to be released, but he held himself back, “I think that’s enough.”

You began to wonder if you should’ve started with this, and then told them to tell each other what they liked about one another. 

“I don’t like that I constantly feel like you’re putting on an act,” Noah said, “You’re loud, you're so fucking annoying, and I truly think if we met outside of this I’d never choose to spend any time around you. We have absolutely nothing in common, I don’t think we’d ever be friends. I don’t like the way you look at y/n sometimes, and the way you talk to her. She tells me she only thinks of you as a friend, so-”

“So this is what it's really all about.” Vinny nods his head slowly, beginning to get defensive, “You feel threatened by me?”

“What?” Noah scoffed, “Why would I?”

“I dunno… You don’t threaten me so how would I know?”

“Okay! Neither of you are the alpha male here!” You waved your hand, telling them to stop, “Look, I’m sure you two have plenty in common! Noah, what’s your favourite colour?”

“Red?” Noah furrowed his eyebrows. 

“Great! And Vin, what’s your favourite colour?”

“Red...”

“See!” You grinned, reaching for your drink, only to realise… “Guys there’s only one milkshake… you both ordered one, right?” You asked, passing it back to Vinny, who grinned as he reached forwards and took two straws from the bag. 

“Not a problem!” He chuckled, pretending not to feel hurt by anything Noah had just said, putting both straws in the cup and looking at him, “This really is a bonding moment.”

“This is hell.” Noah sighed. “I’m just gonna get out and walk back-” 

“The hell you are!” You lock the car, “Apologise to each other, now!” 

“But you told us to say-”

“I know, I don’t care.”

“Fine,” Vinny sighed, “I’m sorry I make you feel the way I do. I promise none of it is intentional. I can’t help being loud and annoying, I've tried to hide that side of me in the past but... that’s just me,” he sighed, “But I hope we can move past that.” 

Hesitantly, Noah nods his head. 

“And I’m sorry for making you feel the way I do, it’s also just the way I am. I don’t realise I’m doing it in the moment, I seriously didn’t know I was making you feel that way, man. And I guess maybe yeah, I am jealous of you, you always seem so carefree, you always make people laugh, I can't help but wish... I don't know... I could be like that.” 

Vinny's mouth was dry, he parted his lips yet no words were coming out. He wasn't expecting Noah to be so open with him.

"I guess I feel that way about you too, you've got everything I've ever wanted, people actually listen to you, they take you seriously, they don't think everything you say is a joke. You inspire people, they admire you and they don't treat or talk to you like a child." As Vinny spoke, you even felt a lump at the back of your throat, you weren't expecting them to actually talk it out. "So let's put it all behind us, okay? I forgive you."

“Me too.” Noah said, a small smile on his lips. 

“Now kiss!” You giggled, earning the most disgusted looks off the two as you tried to lighten the mood, “I’m joking!”

“You better be.” Noah raised an eyebrow, “Is the traffic clearing up yet?”

You shake your head, looking at the road ahead. 

“Looks like we’re gonna be here a while.”

"So, Cali tomorrow..." Vinny said, looking over at Noah, "How are you feeling?"

"Great. I can't wait to be close to home again. We've got the day off as it'll be a lot of travelling so we're thinking of going to the beach."

"The beach?" Vin's eyes lit up, making you chuckle, "We are so having a sandcastle building competition."

"We are so not." Noah chuckled, taking the milkshake from Vinny.

"Why? Worried I'll kick your ass?"

"Honestly?... Yeah."

 ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

You smile as you open your hotel door for Noah, inviting him in. He had clearly just had a shower, his hair damp as it sat messy atop his head, and he certainly smelled good. Oh how you loved his cologne.

It had been a few hours since the show ended, and had texts from both Noah and Vinny, both asking about seeing you tonight. You only let Vinny down as he had stayed with you the previous night, and you wanted to talk with Noah as you hadn’t had the chance to speak one to one today. 

“You certainly look happy,” you observe, commenting on the smile plastered on his face, “What happened?”

“Oh, nothing.” He said, his hands finding your waist. 

“I don’t think I’ve thanked you for earlier- talking to Vin. It means a lot to me.”

“You don’t have to thank me, doll.” Noah said, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, “I spoke to him just after the show, he wanted to clear something up, something I had said in the car was playing on his mind.”

“That’s good!” You smile, “So you can stop complaining when he’s around now.”

“I guess,” Noah sighed, “Unless he pisses me off again.” He chuckled before leaning down to kiss you. 

…

“Hey,” Vinny spoke up from behind Noah, “There’s something I need to tell you, do you have a minute?”

“Yeah,” Noah nodded, motioning for Jolly and Folio to go ahead and start loading the vans, “What’s up?”

“When we were talking earlier about how you find me a threat-”

“I don’t see you as a threat, Vinny.” Noah said bluntly. 

“Yeah, whatever, anyway… I just wanted to let you know there’s no need to think of me like that because y/n is not my type at all! I didn't want to say this with her around as I knew it would upset her, but I’d never think of her the way you seem to assume I do! And also she’s totally obsessed with you,” Vin grinned, “And I mean it, everything between us is strictly platonic!” 

“Really?”

“Why would I lie?”

…

“Noah… Noah?” You pant against the skin of his neck, nails digging into his back, your legs wrapped around his waist. He tilted his head to look at you, his hair falling over his face in a way you could only describe as heavenly. 

“Yeah?” He smirked, his movements coming to a halt inside you, his arms placed either side of your head, his biceps flexing as he holds himself above you. 

“I forgot to say I ran out of my pill… I’m sorry it just slipped my mind-”

“That’s not a problem,” he smiled softly as he pulled out of you to find his shorts, pulling a condom out of the pocket, “I always come prepared, sweetheart.” 

You smile at him as he slides the condom on, before getting back on the bed with you and gently tapping your thigh. 

“As much as I love looking at that pretty face I’m gonna need you to turn around, baby. On your knees.”

Meanwhile, Vinny was sitting alone in his hotel room, patiently waiting for Rick to return from the store with snacks. He read over the message he received from Chris, and began typing a reply, only to delete it and read the message once more. 

Hey! I was thinking about debuting Nothing Ever After at our next show! We’ve all had enough practice during souncheck so I feel pretty confident that we can do this, what do you think?

Vinny would’ve agreed, but after his sudden realisation earlier, he wondered whether that would be a good idea, given the meaning of the song. Now that he and Noah were finally on good terms, he didn’t want to ruin that when he finds out he actually has been lying to him all along, and that the lie had gone this far.

Maybe not just yet, we could always save it for our next tour? I feel like we need some more practice first. 

He sent his reply and dropped his phone down onto his chest. 

What was he doing? Lying straight to Noah’s face, and for what? So he doesn’t find out he’s actually in love with the person he’s also into?

If Noah was ever to find out, it wouldn’t only be Vinny that would be in trouble, but you too. 

But you meant too much to him to ever let go. He would do anything for you.

In that moment, Vinny made a promise to himself that if Noah was to ever find out about the two of you, and all the lies, he would take all the blame and full responsibility. He couldn’t bear the thought of seeing you hurt, and afterall, neither of you would be in this mess if he didn’t catch feelings for you. You seemed happy enough with Noah until he came along, the thought played on his mind and he found himself beginning to feel guilty, like this was all his fault. 

He sat up on the bed, running his hand over his face as he held back tears, it’s all my fault, he thought. But before he could begin to dig himself into a deeper hole with his thoughts, the door opened and Ricky called out,

“Honey, I’m home!”

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THEY WORKED IT OUT ON THE REMIX!!!!!!!!! @rumoured-whispers @collisionofyourkissmakesitsohard @lma1986 @thisbicc @dominuslunae @miss570 @miamore0570 @jilliemiw86 @itsyaboinoah @discocowgirly @rainy-darling

[kierongillen]

HEY GILLEN!! i have a few questions for you, if you don't mind answering them! what was in your mind for S.W.O.R.D's ending? abigail brand is one of my favorite characters and i just need to know what you had planned for her and beast -- and unit too, honestly.

also -- which pheonix host is your personal favorite? if you have an opinion on that!

It's hard, as the things which got us there never happened and so the emotional through line isn't there.

Excuse the roughness of this. There's a lot more, and I'm always aware whenever I describe a half idea, what's missing is the craft in executing it.

The final scene would have been Brand with UNIT back in his cell, while Beast has packed his bags and is leaving SWORD forever.

The context: UNIT had escaped, as another UNIT turned up, and been the big bad. The story seemed to reveal that our UNIT was actually a penitent war weapon who wanted to be punished, while this other UNIT was the real unrepentant monster. UNIT and SWORD have to stop him, and they do.

In the moment when the other UNIT is defeated and is killed, there's a mind to mind conversation between the UNITs - where basically the other UNIT reveals this is all about buying the original UNIT cover. They'll trust you now. This is all for the greater good. These two UNITs were old lovers (for those who have read the battleworld SHIELD mini may see what I was riffing on there - the idea of SHIELD was, in part, me doing fanfic versions of stories you never read. Me writing a happier ending for the two UNITs)

In short, for the greater good, UNIT forsakes his great love. Anyway - Brand and Beast had split up, because Brand was always putting the work first, and generally pushing Beast away. There was a whole lot along the way (the basic plot of the book was it was beauty and the beast - but Beast is the beauty and Brand is the beast.) She was closing him off, at every chance we got, as she had to protect the earth.

When this meeting is going on, Beast is leaving SWORD, out the station, back to Earth.

Brand and UNIT are doing a normal meeting, and everything is by the book.

At one point, UNIT just breaks off from the serious briefing and tells her: It's not worth it.

This throws her. She doesn't understand what he means. Your whole thing is about the greater good, UNIT. What do you mean?

To sacrifice love for duty? If you were an immortal being like I am... perhaps it's worth it. The dividends are larger. But your life is very short, Agent Brand. It's not worth it.

So it's a big moment for UNIT in terms of that awful bittersweetness of him clearly thinking he's made a mistake... and also for Brand. This robot, which she still distrusts to some level, who she views as a cold and calculating thing... is telling her this.

Unit is basically her. She is turning herself into a robot. She doesn't want to be a robot. She doesn't know it, but senses the truth - even the robot doesn't really want to be the robot.

It gets through to her.

She runs through the Sword Station.

We have the full "stopping Beast boarding the plane" scene, and we end on the big kiss.

Aww.

I think of that Beast and Brand a lot. There was a fork in the timeline for them, and I didn't realise when writing SWORD we were already past it - the Beast who became a genocidal monster was already appearing in another thread of Marvel's tapestry. I think that timeline as the one where Brand influenced Beast more than Beast influenced Brand - or maybe better phrased as the SWORD timeline was one where the relationship made them better, rather than making them both worse.

(I sort of allude to this briefly in Immortal X-men issue 1.)

They were great stories - Brand and Beast were two of Krakoa's greatest villains - but I'm still a little sad for them. Brand and Beast were the first couple in the MU who were briefly "mine", so I can't pine a little for that timeline where they kissed.

[fairy-princette]

i gave your name as my emergency phone call

AO3 link | 1 2 3 4 5 (you are here) 6

Stan receives a postcard from his twin brother - who he’s not seen in a decade - asking for his help. But like with everything else in his life, he runs into some trouble on his way there

5. loosen my cuffs

Stanley groaned at the pain in his arm, pushing himself up in the snow with his good arm. A shadow fell over him and he looked up to see Henry bracing its legs and bowing its head as it prepared to run him through.

“Stop!”

A small dot of white light appeared on the stag’s head. Stan was frozen but from the corner of his eye he could see his brother standing, brandishing what appeared to be a plastic gun, aimed directly at Henry’s head.

Ford walked in a slow semi-circle until he was between Stan and the deer, never taking his eyes off it.

“We’ve talked about this before Henry; even if you have claimed this part of the forest you can’t be expecting strangers to follow arbitrary rules you’ve never told them, and you certainly can not try to kill them when they fail to do so.” Ford adjusted his grip on the strange gun. “Now, from where I’m standing we’re outside of your territory and any claim you have, so if you don’t leave us be right now you will sorely regret it.”

Stan flicked his eyes between them as they stared each other down until the deer tilted its head towards Ford and let out a low huff, retreating back into the trees and galloping away. As soon as it was out of sight Ford spun around to crouch in the snow in front of Stan.

“Are you okay? Where are you hurt?”

“I’m fine, it’s just my shoulder.” Stan let out another groan as he pulled himself into a seated position, leaning back against the tree. He gingerly poked at his left shoulder and let out a sharp hiss. “Yep, definitely dislocated. Gimme your shoulder a second.” Ford leaned forward curiously as Stan braced his hand against the other’s shoulder. With a sharp jerk he threw his body to the side, popping his arm back in the socket with another loud crunch.

“Sweet Moses Stanley! You didn’t need to do that - we could have gone to the hospital!”

“I’ve done this before, it’ll be fine. Besides, no insurance.” Stan climbed to his feet, careful to favour his left arm, and brushed the snow off him. Ford stood up next to him and began leading them back to the cabin.

“If you’re sure,” he said, giving Stan a concerned once over.

“Very. It’s not like this is worse than having all your fingers broken.” At Ford’s shocked look he quickly began to backpedal. “Not that getting your fingers broken is that bad! Especially when compared to being stabbed in the gut!” Ford looked even more panicked. “I mean, not that either of those have happened to me! Actually, what I’m more interested in is knowing when you started carrying around a gun?” Stan looked down at the weapon, which Ford had casually shoved in a pocket, unsubtly changing the subject.

Ford gave him one last concerned look. “I haven’t - it’s a LIDAR scanner I was using the other day. It shoots beams of light at objects and measures the time taken for it to be reflected back, which is then used to calculate their distance from your location.”

Stan blinked for a moment. “Say that again, but pretend you’re talking to someone who’s not finished high school.”

“It’s a fancy measuring tape. Look,” Ford held up the not-gun to show a small screen on the side, “Henry was stood two metres from us.” Ford paused for moment, realising his mistake. “That’s roughly six point five feet.”

Stan blinked again. “You threatened off a mutant deer that was about to rip us a part with a measuring tape?”

“I might not be as good at it as you are Ma, but you’re not the only people in this family that can lie, Stanley.”

———

Ford slumped down at the kitchen table between Stan and Fiddleford. The former had his arm in a makeshift sling made from a spare scarf and a snow-filled plastic bag encompassed by a tea towel pressed into his shoulder, while the latter was surrounded by freshly-annotated blueprints and calculations. The engineer had made a solid start in working on how to deconstruct the portal, but they were no closer to permanently hiding the schematics from Bill or freeing Ford from his control; as long as Bill had access to his mind he would be able to find his memories of the contents of the journal and use his body to re-build it.

“Okay, so,” Stanley groaned slightly as he repositioned himself at the table, “From where I’m sitting our biggest problem is Bill getting in your head, right?” Ford nodded mutely. “And he can do that ‘cause of your deal - so what exactly was it you agreed to?”

“I gave him free access to my mind while I am not conscious, and in return he would give me knowledge and assist in my research.”

“And is he?”

“Not since I decided to destroy the portal, no.”

“I don’t see why you can’t just tell him to fuck off then.”“Stanley, he’s an inter dimensional being of unlimited power, I can’t just tell him to fuck off.”

Stan crossed his arms petulantly. “Don’t see why not - he’s broken his end of the deal, why should you uphold your’s.”

“Well because- because he-” Ford stopped, furrowing his brow in thought.

Next to him the scratching of Fiddleford’s pen stopped. Ford glanced up to see him chewing on the end it. “Y’know Ford, I can’t rightly think of a reason why that shouldn’t work. If you have a contract with someone and they’re not upholding their end of the agreement, you’re no longer beholden to it. We just need to find a solid enough lock to stop him breaking in again” He pointed to Stan with his pen “That’s some good lateral thinking - same as with what you were saying about the journal pages in the truck.”

Stan looked at Fiddleford perplexed. “What did I say about the journals?”Fiddleford had gone back to his calculations “When you were falling asleep, about just ripping out the pages on the portal.”

Ford stopped, staring unblinking at Fiddleford. “You had a solution for dealing with the journals this entire time? Fiddleford! We’ve been discussing this for hours, what reason could you possibly have for not telling us?”

The other man shrugged, defensive. “Sorry Ford, I guess I forgot. I don’t know if you’ve noticed but there’s a lot going on right now.”“‘There’s a lot-’, okay, fine,” Ford took a slow breath, trying to reign back in his temper. “What was Stan’s idea?”

“That if you wanted to keep the journals you could just rip out the pages with information on the portal and destroy those, and retain the rest of your research. It’s a good idea, I don’t know why we didn’t think of it.”

Ford turned to face his twin, who had gone slightly pink from the praise. “That is a good idea Stan.” He pulled journal one out of his pocket, leafing through until he reached the section on the construction of the portal and unceremoniously ripped them from the book, ensuring no stray words were left behind. “Here,” he proffered them to his brother, “The gas is still hooked up to the stove, if you would do the honours of burning the first pages.”

He watched as Stan took them and watched as they caught on the burner, the yellow flames eating up the information. He felt relief flood through him; that the work was one step further from Bill’s hands, and that he wouldn’t need to destroy the entirety of his life’s work. His life’s work so far.

———

It was late in the evening, after the three of them had spent the day searching for the journals, eventually finding one buried in the woods and the other by the elementary school. Each had taken turns burning the relevant pages, and Fiddleford now found himself bundled up with a hot cup of coffee, sat on a rickety chair on the porch. He had been trying to stay out the way of the Pines twins, giving the two the space they definitely needed to clear the air after not speaking in so long. While there was still a certain awkwardness hanging between them they also hadn’t had another screaming match, which he was taking as a win.

His fingers comfortably warmed from his hot drink he placed the mug on the ground, swapping it for his banjo and began plucking out a song. Halfway through his third tune there was a creak as the door next to him swung open to reveal Ford, wrapped up in all his layers.

“Hey F, mind some company? Stanley’s stress-cleaning again and I think it would be safer if I was out of his way.”“‘Course, pull up a chair.”

Fiddleford continued quietly plucking at the strings.

“This doesn’t mean I’m not still mad at you, you know.”

“Okay.”

“You disregarded my safety, and worse than that, you ignored my scientific opinion. It’s going to take a long time to rebuild that trust.” Fiddleford sighed and put down the banjo, begrudgingly looking up at Ford for the first time since he came out, “But I do still want to be your friend.”

“Really? Oh. Good. That’s good, I would also still like to be your friend.” Ford paused, tapping his fingers together, and Fiddleford picked up his mug, giving him a moment to collect his thoughts. “I know I have a lot of work to do to earn your forgiveness, but I am sorry, for how everything happened. I got so caught up in the idea of what I could have; the discoveries, the acclaim, the notoriety, that I lost track of the important things that I already have, and you’re one of those important things.”

Fiddleford reached over and gave his knee a squeeze. “Thank you.”

He picked the banjo back up, picking out a new song as the two sat on the porch, flakes of snow falling around them. There was a thump inside as another piece of debris met Stan’s cleaning wrath.

“I was thinking,” he said as he continued playing, “we’ve been trying to think of a way to lock Bill out of your mind, but what if we don’t need a lock? What if we just need to hide it? I’ve been doing research into cognitive function and neural networks, and I reckon we could make a machine to encode your brainwaves so Bill’s no longer able to find you.”

“You really think that could work?”

“I think it’s the best shot we’ve got right now - it might not be a permanent solution but it should at least buy us a few months. Maybe longer - while the rest of the cells in our body regenerate, our brains aren’t capable of the same level of healing. There’s even a possibility it could work permanently. Now I’ve still got the blueprints for the, uh, for the memory gun,” Fiddleford was suddenly very interested in inspecting the wood grain of the wall, “which could be a good jumping off point for the design. We have a different end-goal, but the basic principles and theory behind them is consistent.”

“Well come on,” Fiddleford felt himself get wrenched to his feet, “What’re we waiting for, let’s gather our supplies.”

———

The three spent the next few days running through the house, gathering various gadgets and macguffins from throughout the house to build Fiddleford’s new brain gizmo - sorry, the ‘Cerebrum Scrambler 3000’ (there had not been any previous versions but Stan had insisted on the number. If you were going to have a base like an evil scientist you needed to name your inventions like an evil scientist). The paraphernalia included, but was not limited to, four computer screens, a typewriter, the light from the fridge, an old colander, and a pile of towels. They were currently holed up in Ford’s office - apparently the basement had more space but Fiddleford point blank refused to go down there - and Stan was stood in the corner of the room, carefully avoiding touching any experiments or making any sudden movements. The last time Stan had quickly stuck his head in the engineer had been wearing a welding mask and wielding a blow torch, and while Stan wasn’t a fan of his mullet he was attached to his eyebrows and wasn’t looking to get them fried off his face (again).

This routine continued for three days as the machine slowly grew. What had started out as a pile of junk turned into, well, a pile of junk but with cables and electricity and weird little glowy bits. At least the sparks were gone now. As it began to reach completion the atmosphere grew tense and excited; they were close to being able to free Ford, but the closer they got the more agitated Bill grew each night. He had yet to escape the restraints while Ford slept, but the previous night Stan and Fiddleford had had to find a way to jam his mouth open as he tried to chew off his own tongue.

The office desks were now taken up by a wall of monitors, with ones and zeroes running across the screen, all plugged into an extension cord that looked like an arson attempt waiting to happen. Cables led from the screens to a stack of computers on the floor, to a modem, to the old colander which now had a chin strap and was sitting on the desk chair in the centre of the room surrounded by towels. Stan hadn’t asked what the towels were for and he hoped he didn’t have to find out.

The blueprints were taped to the wall, Fiddleford’s and Ford’s handwriting cover the edges of the paper as edits and adjustments were made to the design. Fiddleford was stood with a clip board, double-checking his notes and the schematics with the physical machine in front of them.

“I think we’re ready for a trial run.”

“Alright then,” Ford clapped his hands together and reached for the colander-helmet.

“Sixer!” Stan slaps his hand away from the colander. “You are not testing a brain-scrambling machine on yourself. What if it melts your brain and you can only speak in limericks afterward? Honestly,” he rolls his eyes turning to Fiddleford, “Like I said, dumbest genius.”

“Heh, yeah, who would use an untested machine on their own brain? Now Ford, I am completely confident in my design, but there’s no harm in a non-human test.”

“I don’t think that colander’ll fit on a rats head."“No,” Ford looked at the machine thoughtfully, “but it might fit a gnome. We would need to capture one though - while they are easy to locate, especially as they keep trying to get into the garbage, they are slippery little things and can put up a good fight.”“Aren’t gnomes like,” Stan lifted up his hand, his thumb and forefinger a couple inches apart.

“First they’re more like,” Fiddleford lifted his hands, about a foot apart, “And they’ve teeth! Those assholes are not afraid to fight dirty!”

“Sorry Fids, but you’re not the first person I’d go to for fighting advice. You said you’re strong but that’s not really the same as street-smarts.”“I don’t see why I should need to learn to fight when I can just build a killer robot to do it for me,” the engineer groused.

“Gentlemen, if we could get back to the matter at hand? The faster we acquire a gnome, the faster we can protect ourselves from Bill. Stanley, as you just pointed out, you are the best here at fighting, I trust capturing a gnome is within your wheelhouse?”

———

Five hours later, multiple bite wounds and one test run later, a dazed gnome was safely returned to the forest. The three watched as it wandered haphazardly towards the tree line, stumbling over stray twigs and pitching into a bush on the way.

“A little disorientated, but otherwise I would say that was a resounding success!” There was a dull thunk as the gnome walked into a tree. “Let’s continue on to the human testing phase.” Ford paused for a moment. “And maybe get Stanley a tetanus shot.”

———

Fiddleford scanned over the lines of bright green C++ that filled the screen, double checking the program while Ford secured the helmet on his head. Stanley was stood in the corner brandishing a fire extinguisher, three of his fingers covered in bright blue plasters that had previously been bought for Tate. He gave a decisive nod to himself as he checked the last line of code and moved on to checking the hardware connections with his voltage tester. Finally satisfied with his work he spun his chair to face Ford, who was looking at him determinedly as he sat on a spare kitchen chair with a colander strapped to his head, surrounded by bath towels.

“It’s ready. Ford; the plan, one more time.”

“We turn on the Cerebrum Scrambler and-”

“The Cerebrum Scrambler 3000.”

“Quite. We turn on the Cerebrum Scrambler 3000,” he gave Fiddleford a look. “It will bio-electrically encrypt my mind by reconfiguring the baseline connections of my neural pathways, leaving them functionally as they are but altering them at a cellular level, blocking Bill’s access to my mind. Before the encryption completes I will recite the reversed summoning ritual to banish him for good, hopefully leaving me free from his possession.”

“Sounds about right to me. And Stanley, if it’s all going to hell in a hand-basket?”

“If the machine catches fire, use the extinguisher. If he gets possessed again, use the extinguisher. If it start frying his brain, pull it off him. And maybe use the extinguisher.”

“Alright, time to fish or cut bait.”

He spun back round to face the machine, flicking the switches above the screen and slowly adjusting the dials. The coding filling the screens quickly changed to binary code before Fiddleford pressed the last button and the screens filled with Ford’s scanned thoughts.

Destroytheportal-Destroytheplans-EscapeBill-DestroyBill-Canhebedestroyed-He’sgoingtostealmyeyes-Arethejournalsreallysalvageable-He’salreadybeenhurttwice-He’sbeenstabbedandhadhisfingersbroken-Havetomakeituptohim-Needhimtoknowhecantrustme-HavetomakeituptoFiddlefordtoo-Stopthinking-Stopthinking-Stopthinking-3.14159265358979323846264338

The sound was abruptly cut off as Stan wrenched the cable out of the speaker.

“Let’s, uh, just pretend we didn’t hear any of that, yeah?”

“Yes, thank you Stanley,” Ford nodded his head as much as he was able without dislodging the headpiece. Out of the corner of his eye Fiddleford saw the screen fill with new text.

Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou

Fiddleford turned his back to the screens, grabbed a pen torch out of his pocket and rolled his chair over to Ford to perform a basic neural exam. He flashed the light into his eyes before having Ford follow his finger, checking his pupil dilation and eye tracking, and then gave him a short term memory test and took his pulse. He rolled back over to the desk to compare them to the results from that morning and Stan leaned over his shoulder.

“All looking good?”

“Yes, there does’t seem to be any negative side-effects so far. How’re you feeling Ford?” He called over, not looking away from the screen of data.

“Just peachy! Y’know the thoughts of the gnome were much less coherent than mine just now. Given their sentience you would expect similar results. D’you think I could get my journal? I’d love to take some notes on it.”

“Ford, you know they’re staying hidden until we’re sure you’re safe from-”

The text on the monitor next to him was flickering between the Roman alphabet and coloured squares.

Helpmehe🟨🟪⬜️ehelpme🟩🟨lpmehelp🟦🟦helpmehelpmehelpmehelpme

“-Bill.”

A pair of yellow eyes was reflected in the screen from across the room.

———

Stanley looked up from the screen of incomprehensible numbers to see Bill stood in the centre of the room, wearing Ford’s skin.

“Offbrand Sixer! Now I’ve finally got my hands free we’re going to have so much more fun!”

“Oh, hell no.”

Stan hefted the fire extinguisher to his side and swung it in an arc at Ford’s head. The metal made contact with the colander with a loud thunk and Bill crumpled to the floor.

“Oh my goodness!” Fiddleford quickly ran over and crouched over Ford, checking his pupils and for a pulse. After a moment he let out a sigh of relief before glaring accusingly up at Stan. “You could’a damn well killed him, Stanley!”

“He’s fine! Maybe a little bit concussed, but he’ll live. You really think I’ve never knocked someone out with an extinguisher before?”

“Everything you say about your life is deeply concerning. Now help me get him off this here floor. And grab some tape.”

Stan grabbed the other side of Ford’s limp body and hoisted him back into the chair, holding him steady while Fiddleford attached him to it with gaffer tape, a single phrase now filling the computer screen.

Honkshhhonkshhhonkshhhonkshhhonkshhhonkshhhonkshhhonkshhhonkshh

“Good news is your weird machine works on unconscious folks too.”Fiddleford leant down to scan the data being generated on one of the many screens. “That’s one bonus, I suppose.”

Stan leant back against the wall, keeping an eye of Ford’s body while the engineer watched the machine.

“Stanley?”

“Yeah?”

“You were real quick to hit him with the extinguisher.”“There gonna be a question in there, Fids?”

“Not really, guess I just thought you might hesitate before belting your brother.”

“I mean we’ve talked stuff out but I guess I’ve still got some negative feelings there, y’know in my subconch-shell.”

“Subconscious?”

He clicked his fingers towards Fiddleford. “That’s the one. Hell, this is probably therapeutic or some shit. Oh!” Stan quickly touched his finger to his nose. “Dibs if he doesn’t wake up to do his weird spell I get to chuck a bucket of water over him!”

[film-in-my-soul]

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and you will be my battlecry | 1,000 | schweet_heart / @schweetheart

Summary: "I didn't do it for you." “Of course not,” Merlin agreed mildly. “You just happened to challenge him to a duel a few seconds after he hit me. Obviously a total coincidence.”

and you've had your fill of sinking | 1,000 | schweet_heart / @schweetheart

Summary: To the best of Merlin's knowledge, King Uther had never struck his son, but then, he had never needed to — Arthur had always taken his father's disappointment as grounds for thorough self-flagellation, and he did a far better job of excoriating himself than the king could ever do.

As I Lay Dying | 1,035 | Polomonkey / @thepolomonkey

Summary: He was not afraid to die in some ways. It could not hurt any more than what had already been done to him here. But he was afraid to leave life behind. Leave the kingdom that he had built, the subjects that he dearly loved. Leave Gwen and Morgana and Leon and Gaius. Leave Merlin.

anywhere i would have followed you | 1,073 | helloearthlings

Summary: “Just say something,” he whispered, voice breaking as he gazed over the entirely peaceful shore. “Say something. Say anything.”

and they were workmates (omg they were workmates) | 1,600 | schweet_heart / @schweetheart

Summary: Merlin and Arthur strike up an awkward Zoom flirtationship during the pandemic. It makes going back to the office interesting, to say the least.

Truth or Dare | 1,800 | lady_ragnell / @theladyragnell

Summary: It is a truth universally acknowledged that any party with enough drinking eventually devolves into Truth or Dare. Or. Something like that.

Sanctuary | 2,062 | BeautifulFiction / @the-pen-pot

Summary: 'Did you think I wouldn't notice?' Arthur looked over his shoulder, a wry smile caught on his lips. 'All the things you've done for me, right from the start?' Merlin sees what no one else does: that Arthur Pendragon doesn't need a good servant. He needs a friend who sees not the crown and the power, but the man beneath it all. A man he loves, and who might just love him in turn.

Burn and Shine | 2,485 | lady_ragnell / @theladyragnell

Summary: Arthur pretends to be Merlin's boyfriend for a night, and they both learn far more than they bargained for.

Lughnasadh | 2,623 | BeautifulFiction / @the-pen-pot

Summary: 'Magic changes.' The words sounded a little slurred on his tongue. Merlin remembered the taste of apples. 'Like the seasons, it changes. So do I.' When Arthur helps Merlin, intoxicated by his changing magic, he realises the truth neither of them have ever dared to put into words.

Wrong Number | 2,771 | schweet_heart / @schweetheart

Summary: "I promise I will not assume that one successful coffee date means we’re soulmates meant to be together forever.” In which Morgana gets a few things wrong, but Merlin and Arthur get something right. Mostly.

Map Our Escape | 3,017 | lady_ragnell / @theladyragnell

Summary: Arthur feels tied down and unhappy with his life, so he throws a dart at a map--and ends up in Ealdor.

Damsel in a Phone Booth | 3,053 | Blackwidina

Summary: I was on Tumbler and found this AU prompt: “it’s the middle of the night and i’m walking home alone in the dark and there’s this guy following me and he’s starting to gain on me and i found this phone booth with a lock on the door and i tried to call my best friend but my hands were shaking so badly i accidentally dialed the wrong number and i don’t even know you but help me” au

You're My Passport Home (a Keep the Light On Remix) | 3,442 | ingberry / @ingberry

Summary: Merlin Emrys: love of his life, probably.

The Elephant Jumper | 3,701 | helloearthlings

Summary: "My mum and I had a tradition that whenever one of us was upset or had a bad day, we’d put on the Elephant Jumper and the other had to be nice to them all day and get them whatever they wanted. We would have to ask if we wanted to talk. If the answer was yes, we’d talk. If the answer was no, we’d have to leave them alone for the rest of the night. It was how we bonded. One of the best parts of my childhood.” “So if I put the jumper on,” Arthur said hesitantly after a moment, a smile growing on his face, “you’d have to be nice to me?”

Don't Go Breaking My Heart | 3,800 | lady_ragnell / @theladyragnell

Summary: Arthur sucks at relationships and Merlin is sick of it.

the course of true love (never did run smooth) | 4,054 | schweet_heart / @schweetheart

Summary: Three times Merlin found and foiled a love charm, and one time he didn't need to.

Something Dumb to Do | 4,595 | lady_ragnell / @theladyragnell

Summary: The cardinal rule of being a wedding planner is not falling in love with the bride or groom. Arthur's never had trouble with that rule.

Limerence | 5,352 | BeautifulFiction / @the-pen-pot

Summary: 'The potion in question was, as far as I can tell, of suitable strength to do its job. Merlin's power would have offered him no defence. There is, of course, one universal antidote against any magics that meddle in matters of the heart...' 'Which is?' Arthur demanded, raising his eyebrows. Gaius sighed, casting a tired, apologetic look in Merlin's direction. 'If the target of a love spell is already truly, deeply devoted to someone – if they love another without question or pause – then no spell can take hold.' 'You're saying that it didn't work because Merlin already loves someone?' The words felt thin between his lips, straining to get past the sudden, leaden feeling in his chest. It felt like someone had plunged their hand inside him and caught his heart in the cage of their fist, and Arthur was left breathless as he tried to speak around the awful sensation.

I Need An Adultier Adult to Successfully Adult | 5,406 | Pendragons Dragonlord (PseudoAuthor) / @pseudoauthor1

Summary: The second time he encountered the chemistry teacher AKA Arthur Pendragon, AKA Pratface, AKA Sexy Dude in a Lab Coat, it was because his students were yelling right outside of his class room. Also he's been avoiding Arthur ever since he came back six weeks into term, because well…reasons.

The One Where Arthur Sells Tongue Cuz Being Rich is Hard Life | 5,420 | derryere

Summary: Arthur sells make-out lessons at a boarding school.

Sort of a Tourniquet | 6,231 | Thursday_Next

Summary: Arthur gives Merlin a plastic ring as a joke. But what nobody knows is how much Merlin really likes wearing it. Modern AU with lots of pining.

The Wild Hunt | 6,471 | BeautifulFiction / @the-pen-pot

Summary: 'The Wild Hunt.' 'What?' 'The Wild Hunt are coming.' His voice sounded strange, both Merlin's and not, as if something far older spoke through his lips. The words carried, seeming to drift through the mist, and Arthur saw Gwaine get to his feet, hurrying around the bed-rolls to rouse everyone. 'That's a myth,' Arthur said, trying to ignore the way his heart tripped into a faster beat and his fingers felt fat with panic. 'A story to scare people from wandering too far into the woods at night.' Slowly, Merlin shook his head, seeming to blink back to himself as he struggled free of his bed-roll. 'No, it's not, and tonight, they ride.'

The Boy Next Door | 6,718 | lady_ragnell / @theladyragnell

Summary: In which there is pining, Merlin bakes, Arthur borrows batteries he doesn't actually need, and did I mention the pining?

Made of Dreams and Bones | 7,476 | lady_ragnell / @theladyragnell

Summary: Arthur would have starved that first winter, if it weren’t for Hunith and her son.

Uncharted | 7,836 | BeautifulFiction / @the-pen-pot

Summary: Uther believed in power, gold and riches. Arthur believed in his people, his kingdom, and the idea that good men could make life better for everyone, not just the individual who sat upon the throne. Merlin shows Arthur that magic can save his kingdom in many ways, and Arthur comes to see how there are few in the world who love Camelot and its people as much as he does, except perhaps for the man at his side. Yet will either of them speak of the love that blooms between them, or will they hold their silence?

here is a brighter garden | 9,728 | ingberry / @ingberry

Summary: Arthur's favourite street in his new neighbourhood had these lovely little gardens. Lush, impossibly green and touched by magic. Wanting some of their magic for himself also led Arthur to the man who crafted them.

Isn't It Lovely How Artists Can Capture Us? | 10,762 | lady_ragnell / @theladyragnell

Summary: Arthur buys a painting at Gaius's antique shop, only to find that the subject is a wizard who's been trapped for over a century.

The Hardest Way Possible | 12,491 | lady_ragnell / @theladyragnell

Summary: Merlin's addicted to Craigslist, Arthur's looking for love in all the wrong places, and with a little help from their friends, they manage to get it together.

License to Thrill | 14,174 | lady_ragnell / @theladyragnell

Summary: Merlin's employees bet him the recipe for the most addictive cocoa in the world that he can't find out what the hot blond who comes into his chocolate shop does for a living within the month. He ends up getting far more than he bargained for.

The Gate of Memory | 14,494 | Destina

Summary: Merlin forgets to remember, until the time comes to remember once again.

Deliquesce | 14,612 | BeautifulFiction / @the-pen-pot

Summary: The creatures stepped forward, long, narrow muzzles agape. The sun did not deter them, merely setting their subtle scales agleam. Thick saliva dripped from their jaws, smattering on the ground, yet they did not lunge forward to strike. Instead, they waited, their gaze unblinking as they stared. At first, Arthur thought they watched the knights, but when he shifted his stance, their eyes did not follow him, Instead, it was someone behind him who held them captivated. Merlin.

As Long As We Have We | 17,517 | lady_ragnell / @theladyragnell

Summary: Arthur thinks he's going to have to spend Christmas alone--at least until he somehow acquires a whole house full of strays.

But It's a Good Refrain | 23,090 | lady_ragnell / @theladyragnell

Summary: Arthur doesn't care much about the popular radio program Dragon's Lonely Hearts until his ex-girlfriend calls in to slag him off and get advice. When he calls in and has an on-air argument with the host, it starts off more than he expected, including meddling friends, overinvolved fans, and maybe love.

Would You Be Mine, Could You Be Mine | 23,456 | lady_ragnell / @theladyragnell

Summary: Merlin does not want to invite the Prime Minister's son onto his show, even if he is an environmental scientist. Arthur does not want to admit that he has a crush on the star of Merlin's Castle, the most popular children's show in the nation. In which Merlin is Mr. Rogers, there is a bouquet of finger puppets, Freya and Gwaine hooked up years ago and neither of them wants to talk about it, and eventually everything turns out okay.

The Path Of A Pendragon | 32,828 | BeautifulFiction / @the-pen-pot

Summary: 'Magic will love you,' she whispered, pressing both palms to where Arthur lay curled inside her, almost ready, but not quite. 'With all its heart and of its own free mind, magic will love you, and you will love it in turn.' When Arthur finds out about Merlin's magic on a hunting trip gone wrong, it feels as if his world has been turned upside down. Yet a mother's love is a powerful thing, and her blessing even more so. Will Ygraine's little gift be enough to help him see that he truly cannot hate half of that which makes him whole?

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[longagoitwastuesday]

I have learnt things about Geto that I wish I could unlearn

[james-spooky]

this is a test

[faaun]

ok let's catch up quickly

[tambourineophelia]

in addition to that, remember how i found out my ex has a kid through his whatsapp icon??

(the kicker is, i only looked at it because my fucking grandma told me on the phone: oh you know how i kept his number, because I always thought...* well looking at his new picture I might just delete it now...)

well at christmas i wanted to send myself some pictures i took with my mum's phone (with permission of course) and what do i see? she TEXTED HIM MERRY CHRISTMAS. we broke up over three years ago! ma'am this man didn't even send you a fucking condolence card when dad died! he does NOT get a merry christmas!!

so I told her that. she was a little snappy about it, which annoyed me because sorry, this is -my- old heart break, I'm not texting your exes either?? (or my ex's parents for that matter) but then! she said: but I DO wonder what kid he's holding there...

and I was like mum, what the heck, that's obviously HIS kid, what other child would that be

and she was SO CONFUSED. MOTHER! WHAT

[nudelherz]

well at least the terrible fear of being to needy and attention seeking keeps me in check. at least i got that going for me. coolio baboolio.

[ableedingpromise]

GUYS I DIDNT CHOKE TO DEATH IM SO HAPPYYYYYYY